Nor steel nor poison: Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Could touch them farther.
One day another order came for us to be loaded on the cars, and over to the railroad we went again in the same fashion as before.

The comparatively few of us who were still able to walk at all well, loaded ourselves down with the bundles and blankets of our less fortunate companions, who hobbled and limped--many even crawling on their hands and knees--over the hard, frozen ground, by our sides.
Those not able to crawl even, were taken in wagons, for the orders were imperative not to leave a living prisoner behind.
At the railroad we found two trains awaiting us.

On the front of each engine were two rude white flags, made by fastening the halves of meal sacks to short sticks.

The sight of these gave us some hope, but our belief that Rebels were constitutional liars and deceivers was so firm and fixed, that we persuaded ourselves that the flags meant nothing more than some wilful delusion for us.
Again we started off in the direction of Wilmington, and traversed the same country described in the previous chapter.

Again Andrews and I found ourselves in the next box car to the passenger coach containing the Rebel officers.