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Andersonville
Volume 4

CHAPTER LXVII
8/21

Leaving the train, we were marched some distance through well-lighted streets, in which were plenty of people walking to and fro.

There were many stores, apparently stocked with goods, and the citizens seemed to be going about their business very much as was the custom up North.
At length our head of column made a "right turn," and we marched away from the lighted portion of the City, to a part which I could see through the shadows was filled with ruins.

An almost insupportable odor of gas, escaping I suppose from the ruptured pipes, mingled with the cold, rasping air from the sea, to make every breath intensely disagreeable.
As I saw the ruins, it flashed upon me that this was the burnt district of the city, and they were putting us under the fire of our own guns.
At first I felt much alarmed.

Little relish as I had on general principles, for being shot I had much less for being killed by our own men.

Then I reflected that if they put me there--and kept me--a guard would have to be placed around us, who would necessarily be in as much clanger as we were, and I knew I could stand any fire that a Rebel could.
We were halted in a vacant lot, and sat down, only to jump up the next instant, as some one shouted: "There comes one of 'em!" It was a great shell from the Swamp Angel Battery.


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