The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1892-01-20
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,clothe their own brave men in the field,
1t stands to reason that the prisoners of
war in their hands must suffer dearly
for life's necessities.
Your mother has sent you through
two boxes of provisions and clothing,
and ! have tried to show my esteem in
the same way. Read all the books
send you, Bible among the rest, and
note the marked passages. The set of
chess are the same you and I SO often
played with m the happy past.
sand now as to brother. He was re-
prieved by Mr.. Lincoln for ninety days
and sent to Johnston's Island up near
Sandusky. have been to see him three
times, and each time he has seemed
thinner and more worn. He is in the
hospital, and the doctors say hehas con-
sumption, but he refuses to believe this
and says he would be himself In q week
ii he were only backin the saddle.
81 have recently seen our mutual
friend, General Boyle, and he is hard at
work on plan whereby you can be ex-
changed for Frank. General Holt is
interested in this matter, and as be has
much influence, it will not surprise me
to see you home any day.
81 wish you and Frank, once you are
free, would pair off, as they do in Con-
gress, and let others finish up the war;.
/ am sure all Kentuckians would agree
to this plan, If they only knew how the
hearts of mothers, wives, sisters and
sweet-hearts are breaking at home.
Our beautiful land seems changed into
the valley of the shadow Of death, for
there is mourning in every household,
one day for dead boy in gray, and an.
other for dead boy in blue. But the
bullets that slay them do not stop on
the battlefield, but wing their way over
hill and dale, nor rest till they find
Judgment in some woman's heart.
with an ever-keen memory OF your
goodness to me and mine, and praying
night and day for the dawn of peace,
believe ne Your Friend,
CARRIE BRENT"
read this letter over and over, read
1t till knew it by heart, read 1t till
it separated at the folds, and then,
sentimental youth that was, / placed
it over my heart and felt happier and
DobOcf lOr udfluH IL tucrcs
The same mail brought Howard Scott
letter from Mollie Vernon, and he
showed that the love Of love is stronger
than the love Of liberty, by forgetting
all about tho tunnel, while, with
moisture in his fine, brave eyes, he told
me of the comfort this letter had brought
him,
At length the day came, or rather the
night when there were two openings to
the tunnel, the new one being inside
the high board fence across the way.
The time had come when the pledge OF
secrecy could be removed from the
workers and they were free to tell their
friends that they had opened up a way
that might lead to liberty.
BY ten o'clock Of the night of the es-'
cape, every prisoner in Libby knew Of
the tunnel and was eager to go through
it.
Howard and / decided to keep close to-
gether, 80 we held each others hands
that we might not BIO parted by the
crowd we found about the opening In
the hearth at ten o'clock. II these men
had moved with the order of soldiers
five hundred, instead of one hundred
and fifty, might have gone through; butt
as it was, they jostled about the OPEN
ing, pulling men out who were half in,
and shouting and swearing like so many
mad men.
If 1t were not for the customary noise
in the Upper Potomac room, the guards
must have noticed tho hubbub near the
chimney. For fully two hours Howard
and waited, still holding each others
hands. At length shrewd tunneller
near us raised the cry: 1.-THE guardsl
tho guards" and on tho instant, the
crowd about the opening surged away
and rushed up the stairs.
The space about the hearth was cleared
and our chance had come. / dropped
into the cellar first, closely followed by
the Lieutenant. We needed no guide
TO lead us to the opening, and as soon as
found it we plunged in, ! again in the adj
vance.
About the middle of the tunnel we had
run on q sharp bowlder that forced q
slight DETECTION northward; here, as
CROPPED my way through, came upon q
man stuck hard and fast II proved to
be an Austrian Count, Lieutenant Won
Klodt, of the Army of the Potomac, and q
splendid officer. He had come over to
see the war, and he spoke but little En-
glish, and this little vanished in the
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