nearly all the glass was broken from the windows, and through which blew the chill blasts of winter.

In the morning, Major Willhelm was furnished with some bread and meat, and taken to the depot, where he stood until between 3 and 4 o'clock P.M., when he was started for Fort Mifflin.

Arriving there about dark, he was immediately immured in a bombproof about sixty feet in length by twenty feet in width, and about twelve feet in height from the floor to the apex. This room had but nine small crevices at one end, for the admission of light and air, those upon the side being kept closed on account of the intense cold. In this room were huddled about forty persons, a majority of whom were confined for political offences. These persons, groping around in the dark-for at no time was there light enough to see to read and all inhaling the vitiated air of the room, presented a picture which has scarcely a parallel in the prison annals of the world.

The room had but one small grate, and this emitted an insufficiency of warmth, causing much suffering among the prisoners, who stood by it in turns, some roasting, while others stood back shivering with cold. This alternation of positions caused the retiring party to suffer more severely from the fact that they could see the fire, but not feel its warmth, and dared not in honor advance until the proper time. They had neither chair, stool, bench, nor bedstead, and were compelled to lie and sit upon a few boards thrown loosely down on the floor, while the dripping from the walls and roof either ran on the cemented floor or formed icicles and glades of ice on the walls. Those who had no blankets were furnished with old ones by the Government, some of which were full of vermin.

Major Willhelm had not been long imprisoned, when he discovered that the sudden change from an active out-ofdoor life to confinement in a loathsome cell was im airing his health; which continued to grow worse daily, and rally reduced him to the portals of the tomb.

The faie was meagre, the only good article furnished them being bread, but this was insufficient in quantity. The meat was such as was fed to prisoners at the other Forts, much of it putrid; and the coffee was a vile compound wholly unfit to drink. This regimen was sometimes varied by giving them bean or pea soup, a shadow, void of substance. There was a sutler-shop in the Fort, where those who had money might make occasional purchases, paying extortionate prices for everything. They were compelled to go under "a guard," who always expected "his whiskey" for his trouble. Nothing was done gratuitously. Cold boiled hams and bacon were the principal meats purchased: the former was generally of good quality, but the latter was as rusty as though it were a remaining portion of the provisions of the Argonautic Expedition.

Boxes of provisions sent to the prisoners were opened, and their contents examined; ostensibly to prevent the smug. gling of liquor to the prisoners, but in fact to divide their contents with the officers, who took a large share.

As time elapsed, Major Wilhelm found his health rapidly declining. He became very weak, sometimes scarcely able to walk. Thus far, all the exertions of his counsel and the untiring efforts of his friends to procure his release had been abortive.

On the 17th of February, he with several others, was taken to Harrisburg for trial, after an incarceration in Fort Mifflin, of forty-four days. Through the intercession of Hon. Wm. A. Wallace, he was granted the limits of the city, which somewhat ameliorated his condition. His parole was to extend to the time that his trial commenced, about a week afterward. He was then turned over by Captain Thume to Judge-Advocate Johnson, who renewed it for him, but required him to report at 9 o'clock A.M., daily.

Shortly after the extension of his parole, he was confined to his bed in the "Bolton House," for five weeks, with scarcely a hope of recovery. But, through the attentive care of his wife and on, together with the best medical attend

ance, he was enabled, by this time, to bear the fatigues incident to a journey home, permission to take him thither having been granted.

His trial lasted two weeks, and for two weeks more he was held in uncertainty as to the findings, which proved to be "guilty," with a sentence of two years' confinement in a Government Fort, and a fine of $500. Guilty of what? Guilty of having exercised the right of an American citizen, granted to him by the Constitution of his country! Guilty of having by the voices of his fellow-citizens - presided over a political meeting of Democrats, and of having concocted plans for defeating his political opponents! A heinous crime, certainly!

Before his departure from Harrisburg, he was raised up in bed, and required to sign a parole, agreeing to report himself, when called upon to do so. Being unable to write his name, and totally unconscious of the surrounding proceedings, his hand was taken by H. Bucher Swoope, of his county, and his name affixed to the bond.

By slow stages he was removed to his home, receiving the most delicate attentions from his friends on the route.

From Philipsburg, he was conveyed on a bed, placed in a wagon, being so debilitated as to be unable to sit up for any length of time.

He arrived at home in May, and in about a month was called upon to report; but through the influence of General Steadman and some other influential friends, he received a pardon from President Johnson before the expiration of the time allotted him to appear. He has somewhat recovered his strength, but not his former health. His constitution was irretrievably broken by his confinement and consequent sickness.

JACOB HUBLER AND SON.

MR. JACOB HUBLER, of Grahampton, Clearfield County,

Pennsylvania, was another of the victims sacrificed to the bloody Moloch of Abolitionism. He was sixty-five years of age, and suffering from the infirmities incidental to that period of life, at the time of his arrest. About 10 o'clock P.M., in the latter part of December, 1864, he was arrested, and brutally treated by his captors.

The arrest was made by a squad of soldiers headed by one Joseph Miller, a citizen, wearing an United States uniform. On entering the house of Mr. Hubler, they presented their revolvers and covered his person with them, demanding to know at the same time, if there were any men in the house. He re plied in the negative. He was then told to pack up his clothing, as he was a prisoner, and must accompany them. He asked Miller what crime he had committed against either the civil or military authority of the United States, that he was thus to be dragged from his fireside, avowing himself to be a law-abiding citizen. The officer ordered him to stop his prattle and get ready to leave. In a few minutes after, he, together with several others who had been kidnapped, was started for Philipsburg, the regimental headquarters, where he arrived after suffering much from the inclemency of the weather. The next day he was examined by the Marshal, who could find nothing against him to warrant his arrest or detention, but who nevertheless confined him for several days in an old barrack, where he was fed on hardtack and coffee. After four days of imprisonment he was transferred, under guard, to Harrisburg, and immured in the "Exchange," where he anxiously awaited his promised trial.

Before leaving Philipsburg, he was told by the command.

ing officer that he would be held responsible for his son, who had been drafted and had not reported. He protested against the injustice of such action, averring that his son was of age, and out of his parental jurisdiction. But this did not palliate his case. A pretext for his arrest was needed, and that furnished it.

After an incarceration of a week in the "Exchange," he and forty-two others were placed on the train for Philadelphia, where they arrived benumbed with cold. They were then marched to the barrack, at Fifth and Buttonwood Streets, placed in the upper portion of the building, in a room from the window of which nearly all the glass had been broken. Here, fatigued and hungry, with nothing to eat, they were left for the night.

Mr. Hubler's boots were frozen on his feet, and he nearly perished with the cold, which was so intense, that the younger men were compelled to walk the room to keep up the circulation of the blood.

The following morning, he, with the others, was furnished with a ration of bread and meat, marched to the depot at Broad and Prime Streets, and kept standing for more than half a day. About four o'clock P.M., they were placed on the cars for Fort Mifflin, where they arrived about dusk, and were taken to Colonel Eastman's office, and after standing for an hour, were placed in a bombproof with more than forty thers. His treatment, here, was the same as that of the other prisoners, which is described in the narrative of Mr. Walters, who was from that time forth his fellow-prisoner. While a prisoner in the Fort, his son, Levi Hubler, who had been drafted, as he was informed, but had never been legally notified of it, after keeping out of the way for fear of arrest by the troops who were scouring the country, reported in the latter part of December, thinking that he would be treated as a drafted man, as other non-reporting men had been. Immediately on presenting himself at the regimental headquarters, he was arrested, and after a few days' & nfinement, sent to Harrisburg, and thence to Fort