Dodge City times., 1891-01-02

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Howard Scott turned and looked at
him. had not seen him for year;
then there was not moro gallant nor a
handsomer young soldier in the West.
Now, here he was-thin, pale and
ragged, but with light in the fine eyes
that showed privation had not weakened
his spirit.
As he led me through the crowd he
introduced ne 70 other spectral figures,
any two of whom might have passed for
twins These figures asked me for the
latest news from tho front, and all were
eager to learn il there was any prospect
of an immediate exchange, and, seeing
that l could give them no encourage
raent, they turned sadly away.
Howard led me into room to the east,
which he explained was tho slower mid
die" or Lower Chickamauga Room
the long apartments taking their names
from tho armies o. battles in which most
Of the officers were captured. Tho two
upper rooms to tho east werc known as
''the Upper and Lower Potomac" We
went up another flight Of steps and di-
rectly under the rafters NO reached the
Upper Chickamauaa," where Howard
''hung out" and where l found many
old friends, all looking 80 changed and
bearing themselves so bravely that it vas
only with an effort could keep hack
my tears.
Howard gave mo some corn bread,
''iron-clad" they called it; it was heavy
and unpalatable, but as had had moth
ing to eat since leaving Bristol that
morning devoured the bread nor heed
cd the bits of cob ON which my teeth
grated.
had just finished this simple rcpast,
and was wondering where Or how the
swarms of men about me slept, when
from tho southwest corner of the prison
voice rang out:
mime o'clock; post number one. and
all's well! Lights ont up thar! Lights
out, Yanks!'
"Nine o'clock; post number two, and
all's well!'
mine o'clock; post number three, and
alrs wellr'
And SO from post t. post around the
prison, the cries Of the guards rang out,
while a band of men, who did not ap-
pear to be on guard, shouted: Lights
out!' till tho last post on Carey street
had announced that it was nine o'clock
and that all was we'll.
With the first cry of Lights out!'
the prisoners in the Upper Chickamauga
rushed to the crossbcam, on which
blankets and overcoats were hung, and
began making their beds on the cold,
wet boards
Howard had an overcoat and blanket
left him by chaplain who had been
recently exchanged, and, with tho
former under us and the latter over us,
we lay down against tho brick wall that
separated Is from tho Upper Potomac
room.
The prisoners at the other side of the
wall-all of whom were fine fellows, as l
subsequently learned-were think the
noisiest crowd l ever encountered. As
soon as the last tallow dip was out, one
Upper Potomac man began barking like
q dog, and this aroused scores of ROSTERS
and ducks, geese and turkeys innumer-
able. Then a child began crying, and .
hundred men shouted heroic prescrip-
tions for allaying its collie. "I'll fix i'll"
screamed the imaginary mother. This
was followed by tho vigorous dashing
of something against the wall and .
roar of savage laughter.
where's Botty, of Berks?" "Look be-
I;nI Tho h. <-pn NJ N~1 Tn<I - D~~I
ingv "Who stole Ruive's stays?' Il
move that General Neal Dow give Ms
temperance talk tomorrow. All in
favor say aver" A laundering "Ayer'
followed this. "All opposed say NO."
1.-THE house is dividedr' Call the rollI"
Captain Moss, this joking is monoto-
nous. Give us song with . chorus!"
A minute of silence. then . voice,
quiet by contrast, replies: my doctor
has forbidden me to sing on an empty
stomach"
But despite the medical injunction,
Captain Ed" Moss starts up song, and
its chorus about ''ham fat sizzling in
the pan" makes my mouth water. Tho
last note is dying out, when . deep
baritone voice strikes up Julia Ward
Howe's Battle LYNN OF the Republic.
Even the guards stop their pacing to
listen. 1t rings through all the rooms
of the wrctched prison till tho chorus is
reached. Then from fourteen hundred
rccumbent men the ''Glory, glory, Hal
lelujah" goes up with . mighty, and not
unmusical volume, and feel glow Of
hna nd fr,r Ind vp1s sCt1
through inc iron bars near by.
''Half past ten, post number one, and
alrs wcllv'
The jewellers in the Upper Potomac
room arc hushcd, and tho singers arc
silent.
lay my hand on Towards face and
he means like one in q fevcrish sleep
l wonder how men can sleep in such .
place, and conclude that il forced to
l must die of insomnia
l listen. and along the ranks, packed
so close together that it is surprise
how one can turn without forcing the
other to initiate him, hear snoring In
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