The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-01-14
WAR STORIES.
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and, at the time o! his I, all 4 icw
years ago, q distinguished kentucky
iurst, sat among group Of friend
gathered in front Of ''Ihc Kenyon,
to smoke their cigars and while away
the carly hours .: .ul,ry ~umMcr
evening
The Judge tilted back hi, chair
Knocked the ashes from his cear, and
said
Twas !. very singular coin.idcncc,
indeed and even more remarkably be-
cause had not seen !hc fellow be-
fore in nearly forty years, yet wc re-
coynizcd each other almost instantly.
was attending legal matters at lii
lie town not far from Dnnvillc Il few
days ago, when the facts ] III abou. TO
relate occurred.
"Thc first chapter Of the story,
however, occurred in the late fall of
1863. In July Of The same year,
while cndcavoring to reach the Con
fcdcratc lines, after our memorable
raid through Southern Ohio, about 500
Of Morgan $ men surrendered to the
Fcdcrals at Burlington Ford, after Il
lively scrimmagc with odds greatly
against US. \ handful Of followers
myself among the number -cscapcd,
however, but were later captured near
New Lisbon, and taken to the Pcni-
Tertiary at Columbus General Nor
g'n was captured with US and on the
h day Of November following the
r..i Of us escaped by tunncling, which
cscapadc is part of every history Of
the Civil War. During our conGnc-
mcnt there we were subjected to the
most rigid discipline and harshcst Of
treatment, which vas mitigatcd only
by the kindness and attention Of Doe
tor Roberts, the chaplain, in his rcla-
tions with the prison The warden
was a most inhuman man, bitterly
partisan, and most unreasonable cx-
acting In his demands of US. One
morning on the rounds, he discovered
where some Que had spit on the floor.
He determined that the man who did
it should be severely punished, but to
locate the man was the task. None
OF us would tell, SO the brute had us
lined up and marched to frozen pond
near the prison and compelled to sit
on the ice, with nothing between us
and the ground but the ice. Still we
refused to tell. He then forced us to
stand on tip-toc, with our faces to the
wall and our arms uutstrctchcd above
our heads until VIC were almost paral-
yzed. He tried other in. truments of
torture but to no avail. We were de-
termined to die rather than tell, and
he never found out from US.
'The night before our escape VIC
gathered together in General Morgan
cell, and, joining hands, took solemn
oath to God, and to each other, that,
should we prove successful in making
our escape, we would never, under any
circumstances, spare the life of
Yankee who fell into our hands.
"Wo escaped, and once moro began
our raids in Kentucky. One evening
just at sunset, the 9th of December,
1861 remember distinctly the date
we captured an elegant little fellow,
dressed in q Confederate uniform,
trying to make his way North, out of
Frankfort. There was JOY in our
company, for he was the first Yankee
we had gotten hold Of since our
escape, and the boys wanted to make
an example of him and wrcak imme-
diatc vengeancc-a sort Of Christmas
celebration, as one Of them explained.
Every man in the company wanted
the honor and pleasure Of shooting
him, and so warm became the contest
that we decided to settle it by lot.
Accordingly, quantity of white
beans. among which was one black
one. we're placed in hat; the man
drawing the black bean to do the
shooting. Dan Ryan, fellow com
rade, drew the lucky bean. He was
the proudest man in camp and an OBJ
ject of universal envy. One of the
men offered him $500 in Confederate
money to sell him the coveted privi-
lege, but Ryan refused.
eve were encamped amongst the
hills just beyond Frankfort, and it
wao decided to send Ryan and his
prisoner to the city at dawn next
morning, presumably to turn the pris-
oner over to the prison authorities.
AS they passed over the bridge going
into the city, however, Ryan was to