The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1892-01-20

ure could not be distinguished fifty feet
away, when file of soldiers, with Black
George and Little Ross in the lead, en-
tered, each shouting out at the top OF
his voice:
Turn out to roll callp'
Howard insisted on my putting on the
o7SfcoaJ, then he led me to the room
beneath the Lower Chickamauga, along
which the prisoners, looking more hag-
gard for their sleep, we're forming four
deep. The men were counted, and as
deception was easy with this form Of
"rol1 call" Little Ross often had "ten
Yankees more than there should be-"
or "a half-dozen Yankees short" but tho
counting was always kept up till the
proper number was found.
Some time after this, all the prisoners
were driven every morning into the Up
per Potomac room and counted out one
alta time, into the Upper Chickamauga.
At the southern ends Of all the rooms
there were sinks and spigots, but clean
Illness was out of the question. The
room opening from Carey street and d.
rectly under the lower Chickamauga had
in 1t number of old-fashioned kitchen
ranges and was known as s'the cook
room"
After we had wet our faces and hands
and dried them on much soiled towel,
which thechaplain had left among other
effects, we went down to the stoves, and
as Howard had given me all his bread
the night before, we would have gone
hungry till noon, had 1t not been for tho
kindness of friends who shared with US
their little corn-bread and remaining
black beans.
About eleven o'clock corn bread,
beans and enough tough beef to give a
tributed; during the nine weeks that
followed we did not receive any more
meat.
Still faithful to the promise I had
made Carrie Brent and her brother,
took the first opportunity could find to
talk to Lieutenant Scott without being
overheard by the crowds about us. l
told him Franks story and asked for
his.
Howard Scott had never before been
bitter or profane in my presence, so
that was quito unprepared for the
vindictive wrath he showed on this oc-
casion.
Had captured Frank Brent, know
ing what now do about him, I'd have
hung him to the first tree within reach"
he Kissed.
sYou are jealous Of him because of
his devotion to Miss Vernon" said;
'sbut you have nothing to fear there"
mo, Captain, a Am not jealous, but
am righteously indignant. Frank Brent
captured me in Powell's Valley, and at
the time he said, so that he could not
have been guilty OF John Harding's
murder. This world viii not be big
enough TO hold him and me once this
war is over, that is, II he Is not hung In
the mean time, as he deserves TO be, or
If do not die in this hole"
On being pressed to give the reason for
his dislike, Howard continued:
''You know my cousin George Skill
man, who was with Brent? Well,
George wasa hne fellow, even II he was
in such company. One day an old
scoundrel, named Mckee, who claimed
to be Union man-how would like to
use halter on that fellow-came TO US
with a letter purporting GO have been
written by Cousin George. and saying
that he was lying helpless and wounded,
over in Powell's Valley. / showed the
letter to General Carter and as tho
enemy was not believed to be within
fifty miles Of tho place. he told me to
take an ambulance, find my cousin, and
have him sent to our hospital at the Gap,
where he would be sure to get good care.