The incensed Rebel opened the door wide enough to thrust his gun in, and he fired directly down the line of toes.

His piece was apparently loaded with buckshot, and the little balls must have struck the legs, nipped off the toes, pierced the feet, and otherwise slightly wounded the lower extremities of fifty men.

The simultaneous shriek that went up was deafening.

It was soon found out that nobody had been hurt seriously, and there was not a little fun over the occurrence.
One of the prisoners in Libby was Brigadier General Neal Dow, of Maine, who had then a National reputation as a Temperance advocate, and the author of the famous Maine Liquor Law.

We, whose places were near the front window, used to see him frequently on the street, accompanied by a guard.