Dreary weather-the
cold rains distress all and
kill hundreds-exchange of
ten thousand sick-Captain
Bowes turns A pretty, but not
very honest, penny.
As November wore away long-continued,
chill, searching rains desolated our days and nights.
The great, cold drops pelted down slowly, dismally,
and incessantly. Each seemed to beat through
our emaciated frames against the very marrow of our
bones, and to be battering its way remorselessly into
the citadel of life, like the cruel drops that fell
from the basin of the inquisitors upon the firmly-fastened
head of their victim, until his reason fled, and the
death-agony cramped his heart to stillness.
The lagging, leaden hours were inexpressibly
dreary. Compared with many others, we were quite
comfortable, as our hut protected us from the actual
beating of the rain upon our bodies; but we were much
more miserable than under the sweltering heat of Andersonville,
as we lay almost naked upon our bed of pine leaves,
shivering in the raw, rasping air, and looked out
over acres of wretches lying dumbly on the sodden
sand, receiving the benumbing drench of the sullen
skies without a groan or a motion.
It was enough to kill healthy, vigorous
men, active and resolute, with bodies well-nourished
and well clothed, and with minds vivacious and hopeful,
to stand these day-and-night-long solid drenchings.
No one can imagine how fatal it was to boys whose
vitality was sapped by long months in Andersonville,
by coarse, meager, changeless food, by groveling on
the bare earth, and by hopelessness as to any improvement
of condition.
Fever, rheumatism, throat and lung
diseases and despair now came to complete the work
begun by scurvy, dysentery and gangrene, in Andersonville.
Hundreds, weary of the long struggle,
and of hoping against hope, laid themselves down and
yielded to their fate. In the six weeks that
we were at Millen, one man in every ten died.
The ghostly pines there sigh over the unnoted graves
of seven hundred boys, for whom life’s morning
closed in the gloomiest shadows. As many as
would form a splendid regiment-as many
as constitute the first born of a populous City-more
than three times as many as were slain outright on
our side in the bloody battle of Franklin, succumbed
to this new hardship. The country for which they
died does not even have a record of their names.
They were simply blotted out of existence; they became
as though they had never been.
About the middle of the month the
Rebels yielded to the importunities of our Government
so far as to agree to exchange ten thousand sick.
The Rebel Surgeons took praiseworthy care that our
Government should profit as little as possible by
this, by sending every hopeless case, every man whose
lease of life was not likely to extend much beyond
his reaching the parole boat. If he once reached
our receiving officers it was all that was necessary;
he counted to them as much as if he had been a Goliath.
A very large portion of those sent through died on
the way to our lines, or within a few hours after
their transports at being once more under the old
Stars and Stripes had moderated.
The sending of the sick through gave
our commandant-Captain Bowes-a
fine opportunity to fill his pockets, by conniving
at the passage of well men. There was still
considerable money in the hands of a few prisoners.
All this, and more, too, were they willing to give
for their lives. In the first batch that went
away were two of the leading sutlers at Andersonville,
who had accumulated perhaps one thousand dollars each
by their shrewd and successful bartering. It
was generally believed that they gave every cent to
Bowes for the privilege of leaving. I know nothing
of the truth of this, but I am reasonably certain that
they paid him very handsomely.
Soon we heard that one hundred and
fifty dollars each had been sufficient to buy some
men out; then one hundred, seventy-five, fifty, thirty,
twenty, ten, and at last five dollars. Whether
the upright Bowes drew the line at the latter figure,
and refused to sell his honor for less than the ruling
rates of a street-walker’s virtue, I know not.
It was the lowest quotation that came to my knowledge,
but he may have gone cheaper. I have always
observed that when men or women begin to traffic in
themselves, their price falls as rapidly as that of
a piece of tainted meat in hot weather. If one
could buy them at the rate they wind up with, and
sell them at their first price, there would be room
for an enormous profit.
The cheapest I ever knew a Rebel officer
to be bought was some weeks after this at Florence.
The sick exchange was still going on. I have
before spoken of the Rebel passion for bright gilt
buttons. It used to be a proverbial comment
upon the small treasons that were of daily occurrence
on both sides, that you could buy the soul of a mean
man in our crowd for a pint of corn meal, and the
soul of a Rebel guard for a half dozen brass buttons.
A boy of the Fifth-fourth Ohio, whose home was at
or near Lima, O., wore a blue vest, with the gilt,
bright-trimmed buttons of a staff officer. The
Rebel Surgeon who was examining the sick for exchange
saw the buttons and admired them very much. The
boy stepped back, borrowed a knife from a comrade,
cut the buttons off, and handed them to the Doctor.
“All right, sir,” said
he as his itching palm closed over the coveted ornaments;
“you can pass,” and pass he did to home
and friends.
Captain Bowes’s merchandizing
in the matter of exchange was as open as the issuing
of rations. His agent in conducting the bargaining
was a Raider-a New York gambler and stool-pigeon-whom
we called “Mattie.” He dealt quite
fairly, for several times when the exchange was interrupted,
Bowes sent the money back to those who had paid him,
and received it again when the exchange was renewed.
Had it been possible to buy our way
out for five cents each Andrews and I would have had
to stay back, since we had not had that much money
for months, and all our friends were in an equally
bad plight. Like almost everybody else we had
spent the few dollars we happened to have on entering
prison, in a week or so, and since then we had been
entirely penniless.
There was no hope left for us but
to try to pass the Surgeons as desperately sick, and
we expended our energies in simulating this condition.
Rheumatism was our forte, and I flatter myself we
got up two cases that were apparently bad enough to
serve as illustrations for a patent medicine advertisement.
But it would not do. Bad as we made our condition
appear, there were so many more who were infinitely
worse, that we stood no show in the competitive examination.
I doubt if we would have been given an average of
“50” in a report. We had to stand
back, and see about one quarter of our number march
out and away home. We could not complain at this-much
as we wanted to go ourselves, since there could be
no question that these poor fellows deserved the precedence.
We did grumble savagely, however, at Captain Bowes’s
venality, in selling out chances to moneyed men, since
these were invariably those who were best prepared
to withstand the hardships of imprisonment, as they
were mostly new men, and all had good clothes and
blankets. We did not blame the men, however,
since it was not in human nature to resist an opportunity
to get away-at any cost-from that accursed
place. “All that a man hath he will give
for his life,” and I think that if I had owned
the City of New York in fee simple, I would have given
it away willingly, rather than stand in prison another
month.
The sutlers, to whom I have alluded
above, had accumulated sufficient to supply themselves
with all the necessaries and some of the comforts of
life, during any probable term of imprisonment, and
still have a snug amount left, but they, would rather
give it all up and return to service with their regiments
in the field, than take the chances of any longer
continuance in prison.
I can only surmise how much Bowes
realized out of the prisoners by his venality, but
I feel sure that it could not have been less than three
thousand dollars, and I would not be astonished to
learn that it was ten thousand dollars in green.