I believe our experience was the usual one.

The prisoners who passed through Charleston before us all spoke very highly of the kindness shown them by the citizens there.
We remained in Charleston but a few days.

One night we were marched down to a rickety depot, and put aboard a still more rickety train.

When morning came we found ourselves running northward through a pine barren country that resembled somewhat that in Georgia, except that the pine was short-leaved, there was more oak and other hard woods, and the vegetation generally assumed a more Northern look.

We had been put into close box cars, with guards at the doors and on top.