Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1889-09-13

ON MS nHnu, n perfect picture OF uespOn'
dency. 'Major, how does this strike
you ?" He slowly raised his head, and
looking straight into my eyes, said
isn't this hell ?"
The next day we were marched tc
Ringold, and kept there over night
The following morning we were loaded
on train and shipped to Atlanta
Arriving there We were taken from the
train and stationed in a grove, under
strong guard, for day and night. On
the morning OF the second day after
our arrival, our captors put us in q
large prison, or stockade.
During our ride to Atlanta we were
apparently great curiosities, as the
denizens along the route never seemed
to tire OF looking at us. shall not
attempt to describe all that I saw and
heard, or record the conversations be-
tween the rebs and our boys. When
we had proceeded as far as Marietta,
Ga, the train stopped in deep cut,
and n great many OF the inhabitants
came out on the banks to feast their
eyes upon our misfortune, and pass re-
marks about us. One circumstance at this
place / shall always remember: Among
the many who were interested specta-
tors was n young woman; and this fact
the reader will do well to keep in mind.
was laying in the door of freight
car, trying to rest myself. had been
hit on the shoulder by spent ball late
in the afternoon OF Sept. 20, and was
quite lame. While was in that posi-
tion, this young lady (p) came toward
me with butcher knife in her hand,
and looking straight Mt me went
through the motion OF cutting my
throat, intimating that it would afford
her much pleasure TO perform that
operation. dared not say word as
there were two rebel guards standing
near me, and laughing at the antics Of
what they called brave woman. The
nearest to words could come was in
communion with myself, and 1 mentally
calculated, 'if ever opportunity offers
itself, will kill that girl" l did see
that girl again, after escaping from
prison, and recognized her the moment
l saw her. What transpired when l
met her will be recorded in its proper
place in this history.
The short time of our stay in Atlanta
was made interesting by the large
number of visitors from the city and
surrounding country, who came un-
doubtcdly to sec what n yank looked
like, and were probably surprised when
they saw MEN. 1 had little enjoy
mcnt in that city, and that furnished
by one man. In our regiment there
was one man named Jim Fcascl, mem
ber of Company B. Jim was man
about 6 #. 6 in. in height, and had the
largest feet and hands of any man l
any means, yet all the rebels that came
to look at us seemed to be impressed
most with his physiognomy, and were
constantly casting slurs at him in
preference to anyone else. They
surely made no mistake in the object of
their ridicule. Because IL their desire
was to increase their hatred OF the
yankees, their attacks upon Feasel was
just the proper course to pursue to
crafty their desire. When they went
to Jim with questions they were not
disappointed in receiving an answer;
he had very amiable habit of always
answering questions, and sanctioning
or corroborating statements made by
them. Yet this desire on his part to
please them seemed to have the oppo-
site effect, for they invariably went
away angry and calling down aAath-
emas on the head OF poor Jim. AS an
instance: Some distinguished ladies
came to see us, and as usual Jim was
selected as the target of their remarks.
They twitted us OF having been
whipped at Chickamauga, and insisted
that sin less than two weeks Brag
would have Rosecraus back across the
Ohio River" Jim unfinchingly met
their gaze, and said: 80, Lord, ladies,
it will not take that long; they will
only have to chase them across Tenn
essee, part of Alabama and Kentucky,
distance of fifteen or eighteen hum
dred miles, by the route they will be
compelled to take. Candidly, ladies, l
think they can get them back across
the Ohio before breakfast In the morn
ing. Why" says he with all the
earnestness imaginable, 81 am conf
dent the war is about ended. President
Lincoln has already dispensed with his
long range guns !" The ladies, by
this time, had become interested in
Jim's analysis of the war, and eagerly
asked why Lincoln had discarded the
long range guns. He looked with all
the impudence with which he was
possessed, and the magazine exploded
"By Cd, he is afraid of shooting
across the Confederacy and killing his
own menl" Their questions were
answered and their statements vouched
for {; but one of the ladies seemed to
have vision, and the truth gradually
dawned upon her intellect, when she
said. why he is making fun of u.s."
They Immediately moved away with
faces like thunder clouds. One day
| asked him how it was that he re-
ccived all the attention and abuse from
the rebels that came to visit us ? Says
he, II will show you some day why 1t
is So" An opportunity was not long in
presenting itself. While we were ut
Columbia, S. c., VIC CHANGED to be
standing side by side, when n party of
rebels came up. "Now," says Jim,
"looli at me-" Up to this time they
had taken no notice of him, or II they
did, paid no attention to him. He
stood there facing them, but did not