A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF WHAT BECAME OF THE BOYS — REFUSED PERMISSION TO GO HOME — A REFERENCE TO CAPT. WIRTZ — RETURN HOME AT THE END OF THE...

Christmas day and didn't hang up my stocking. No matter, it wouldn't have held anything. Last Christmas we spent on Belle Island, l...

This diary must soon come to an end. Will fill the few remaining pages and then stop. Co. “I” boys are very kind. They have reduced soldier...

It is not yet daylight in the morning, and are anxiously awaiting the hour to arrive when we may go out to the road. Slept hardly any durin...

As Dan Rice used to say in the circus ring: “Here we are again.” Sleep so sound that all the battles in America could not wake me up. Are j...

Got up bright and early. Never slept better. Getting rested up. We talk continually. Both Bucks are great talkers, especially David. Cooked...

Well, we are just well fixed and happy. After partaking of a royal repast last night, served in an out-building near the main building of t...

We are now less than half a mile from Mr. Kimball's. After dark last night we went to Mrs. Dickinson's house and partook of a splen...

Six days of freedom and what a sight of hardship, sweetened by kind treatment and the satisfaction of being out from under guard. We travel...

And another day of vicissitudes. We traveled last night about four miles, piloted by a young negro. It was a terrible walk to me; slow and ...

Another adventure, and a red hot one. Started down the river in our dug-out boat somewhere near midnight. Ran down all right for an hour, f...

Jocko's hut was not across the river as I supposed and wrote yesterday, but on the same side we were on. At about ten o'clock last ...

We are now three miles from yesterday's resting place, and near the Miller plantation. Soon as dark last night we went to the negro hut...

In The Woods. — How does that sound for a location to date from? Yesterday long toward night our train started from its abiding place and...

We flanked out this morning, or rather paid three fellows two dollars apiece for their turn to go Are now thirty miles from Blackshear; hav...

Routed up at an early hour and loaded on to the cars, which stood upon a side track, and after being loaded have been here for six mortal h...

There are many men of many minds here. That used to be a favorite copy at writing school in Jackson, Mich. “Many men of many minds, many bi...

Still in Blackshear, and quiet. Many incidents happened when I was out in the wood, and I am just crazy to get there once more. Look at the...

The grand change has come and a car load of prisoners go away from here to-day. Although the Bucks and myself were the last in prison, we a...

Another day of smiling weather. Still call our mess the “Astor House Mess” It is composed of only three — the Bucks and myself. I am the on...