The cars had to run exceedingly slow and careful, fearing a tear up or ambuscade, but at last Macon came in sight.

Twenty-five or thirty thousand Federal prisoners were confined at this place, and it was poorly guarded and protected.

We feared that Stoneman would only march in, overpower the guards, and liberate the prisoners, and we would have some tall fighting to do, but on arriving at Macon, we found that Stoneman and all of his command had just surrendered to a brigade of cavalry and the Georgia militia, and we helped march the gentlemen inside the prison walls at Macon.

They had furnished their own transportation, paying their own way and bearing their own expenses, and instead of liberating any prisoners, were themselves imprisoned.

An extra detail was made as guard from our regiment to take them on to Andersonville, but I was not on this detail, so I remained until the detail returned.
Macon is a beautiful place.