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JANUARY FIRST, EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE.

Stand like an anvil, when 'tis beaten

With the full vigor of the smith's right arm! Stand like the noble oak-tree, when 'tis eaten

By the Saperda and his ravenous swarm!
For many smiths will strike the ringing blows,
Ere the red drama now enacting close;
And human insects, gnawing at thy fame,
Conspire to bring thy honored head to shame.

Stand like the firmament, upholden

By an invisible but Almighty hand!
He whomsoever JUSTICE doth embolden,

Unshaken, unseduced, unawed shall stand.
Invisible support is mightier far,
With noble aims, than walls of granite are;
And simple consciousness of justice gives
Strength to a purpose while that purpose lives.

Stand like the rock that looks defiant

Far o'er the surging seas that lash its form! Composed, determined, watchful, self-reliant,

Be master of thyself, and rule the storm! And thou shalt soon behold the bow of peace Span the broad heavens, and the wild tumult cease; And see the billows, with the clouds that meet, Subdued and calm, come crouching to thy feet. KENTUCKY, December, 1862. W. D. GALLAGHER.

OUR WOUNDED.

BY C. K. TUCKERMAN.

As loftier rise the ocean's heaving crests,
Ere they sink, tempest driven, on the strand;
So do these hearts and freedom-beating breasts,
Sublimed by suffering, fall upon our land.
Wounded! O sweet-lipped word! for on the page
Of this strange history, all these scars shall be
The hieroglyphics of a valiant age,

Deep writ in freedom's blood-red mystery.

What though your fate sharp agony reveals!

What though the mark of brothers' blows you bear! The breath of your oppression upward steals, Like incense from crushed spices into air.

Freedom lies listening, nor as yet averts

The battle horrors of these months' slow length;

More close, more firm, the armor of her strength.

Then deem them not as lost, these bitter days,
Nor those which yet in anguish must be spent
Far from loved skies and home's peace-moving ways,
For these are not the losses you lament.

It is the glory that your country bore,

Which you would rescue from a living grave; It is the unity that once she wore,

Which your true hearts are yearning still to save.

Despair not it is written, though the eye,
Red with its watching, can no future scan,
The glow of triumph yet shall flush the sky,
And God redeem the ruin made by man.

THE DRUMMER-BOY OF TENNESSEE.
When called the fife and drum at morn
The soldier from his rest,

And those to higher honors born
With softer couches blest,

There came, a captain brave to seek,

Deep in her mourning clad,

By loss made sad, and journeying weak,
A mother and a lad-

And they had come from Tennessee,
Waiting the beat of reveillé.

But, penniless and widowed,
Her story soon she told:
The hand of traitor had not spared
Her husband's life nor gold;
And now she brought her only son
To fill the drummer's place;
Thus young his daily bread to earn,
His country's foes to face:
For he had learned, in Tennessee,
To beat the call of reveillé.
The boy upturned his eager gaze,
And, with a beating heart,
He read upon the captain's face

Both kindliness and doubt;
For he had marked his tender years,
His little fragile form-
"Don't be afraid," he boldly cried,

"For, captain, I can drum !
And I have come from Tennessee,
To sound for you the reveillé."

"Well, call the fifer !-bring the drum,
To test this noble youth!"
And well his part he did perform,
A "drummer-boy," in truth!
"Yes, madam, I will take your boy,"
The captain kindly said.

"Oh! bring him back," her quick reply,
"Unnumbered with the dead!
And Eddie Lee, of Tennessee,
Shall play for you the reveillé."

'Twas many a weary march was made,
To sound of drum and fife,
And well the "drummer-boy" essayed
To play the march of life;
Each soldier loved and sought to share
Their part of good with him;
The fifer on his back did bear

Across each swollen stream

This "drummer-boy" from Tennessee,
Who beat with him the reveillé.

But came the battle-shock, and doom
Of one great" Lyon" heart,
The victor's shout-the victim's groan,
Fulfilled their fearful part!
And, on that blood-stained field of woe
The darkness threw its pall!
The morning dawned on flying foe;
When, list!-the "morning call!"
Our "drummer-boy" from Tennessee,
Beating for help the reveillé !

Upon the valley sod he lay

Beside a lifeless foe,

Whose dying hand had sought to stay
The life-blood's ebbing flow:
The quivering drum yet echoing
The beating of his heart-

The encamping angel beckoning
From drum and fife to part!
And Eddie Lee, of Tennessee,
Awaits the final reveillé !

MINNIE HART.

INCIDENTS OF VICKSBURGH, MISS.

JOHNSON'S PLANTATION, Near Vicksburgh,
January 2, 1863.

effort was made to recover them by a flag of truce. Being irregular, and perhaps not authorized, and occasional skirmishes still going on, the flag was fired on by the enemy. The wounded and dead of Thayer's and Blair's brigades had to lie there and await the tedious process of official communication. This is one of the most horrible pictures which a battle-field presents, but frequently is unavoidable. It seems to have been so in this instance. While a tear here and there was dropped for the dying and the dead, still the great purpose of the expedition were not accomplished, and generally our army looked forward to watch future movements.

Wednesday morning came and still no change from Tuesday. The front was kept up by Smith's and Morgan's divisions, while Steele's division lay along Chickasaw Bayou, ready to meet the enemy if they should make a deployment in that direction. Every thing was quiet on the line, and this being a favorable opportunity, a flag of truce was sent to the enemy for the purpose of recovering and attending to our dead and wounded. The flag was duly recognized, the message was received and was answered, allowing us four hours to bury our dead. The cessation of hostilities consequent to the removal of our dead and wounded, gave the sharp-shooters and pickets an opportunity to converse with each other. The conversation was opened by our pickets, by asking: "How far it was to Vicksburgh ?"

Rebel Picket-"So far that you'll never git thar."
Federal "How many men you got?"

Rebel-"Enough to clean you out."

One rebel, who seemed to be somewhat of a stumper, said that "Banks had been whipped out at Port Hudson; that Memphis had been retaken, and that the Yankees would not take Vicksburgh till hell froze over." A thousand questions were asked, and all an

While this interesting parley was going on, the wounded and dead were removed. In a very short time the field was cleared, and every thing was again quiet on the lines.

I have given you an account of the action which occurred on the twenty-ninth day of December, and of its results. But two divisions-those of Morgan's and Steele's were generally and closely engaged. A portion of Smith's division made some advance under a terrible fire, in which the gallant Sixth Missouri were most actively engaged. This regiment crossed the levee, which had been occupied by the enemy as answered in the same defiant way. earthwork, and was still, after being crossed, commanded by the enemy's cannon. It however, led to an advance upon Smith's line, but without any positive advantage to us. From certain points on the new line thus made, Vicksburgh could be seen. The movements The camps were soon astir again; orderlies and aids of the rebel troops in the city, and some portions of were galloping to and from the various division and Vicksburgh, were clearly and fairly in view. It was brigade headquarters; of course it could be interprettempting to look straight in upon the beleaguered city, ed to mean nothing else than further orders. The and still know that its occupation was improbable, if critical and trying position of our army lent an addinot impossible. But so it was, and our troops lay tional interest to orders. They were important, for down upon their arms on the night of the twenty-ninth Steele's division was ordered to make a night assault with anxious hearts and high hopes that something on Haines's Bluff, while the other division commanders might occur to make it practicable. The night of the were to hold their fronts firm and advance, if they twenty-ninth passed and the morning dawned without could, while Steele was storming the enemy's works at any new development being made, except that the Haines's Bluff. The movement preparatory to this enemy assumed a threatening position with their artil-was, for Steele to mask his division from the enemy's lery. It was evidently his intention to shell our camp. look-outs by marching down Chickasaw bayou to the It having rained incessantly during the night, and our river, put his troops on board the transports and men having been exposed to it all, it was deemed ad- steam quietly up the Yazoo, and before daylight debark visable to place our troops in such a position that they his troops under the enemy's guns at Haines's Bluff. would not be exposed to the enemy's cannon, and In this matter the gunboat and mortar fleets were where they could examine their ammunition and clean to play an important part. The river was lined with their rusted arms, preparatory to further operations. torpedoes, and it was necessary to clear it out before In the mean time, our front was to be held firmly, and the transports could go up. This being accomplished, heavier artillery was to be placed in position behind they were to take a position further up the river from earth-works. The threatening preparations in front the point of debarkation, and engage the batteries, deterred the enemy from shelling the camps, and put while the troops should advance to the Bluffs. During him on his guard, for offensive operations on our part. the day, the boilers of the steamboats designated for Wednesday was occupied by both armies in the pres- the hazardous business were protected by bales of hay ence of each other, throwing up new works, digging and otherwise. Pilots and river men were shaky, and new pits, preparing for operations offensive and de- anxiously inquired what it meant. No information fensive. During the afternoon of Tuesday the cries was imparted, as the whole plan was to be kept strictly of our wounded could be heard, and an impromptu secret.

When night came, Steele's division marched noiselessly down the bayou, and embarked on the transports as quietly as possible. The men were instructed to be as quiet as possible on the boats. From the orders given out, they gathered that something perilous was on hand, and seemed to be impressed with the danger they had soon to encounter. So Steele's division lay down to sleep at nine o'clock that night expecting to awake to the performance of a sanguinary duty. During the night the fleet made a reconnoissance up the river; they attempted to work at the torpedoes, but the fog was so heavy that they could not accomplish any thing. It was also discovered that several pilots had deserted to the enemy, who would probably inform the enemy of the plan in time for him to thwart it.

These and other reasons thus delayed the execution of this perilous undertaking-a plan which, if successful, would have been one of the most brilliant and daring exploits of the present war.

portunity offered. When pursued, he retreats to the swamps, and his command, dispersing in small squads, generally evade all attempts to discover them. To make the matter worse, they frequently dress in Federal uniform.

On the morning of the ninth of this month, our regiment and the Fourth Illinois cavalry started out with a guide for the retreat of the guerrillas. Before we reached the rebel camp, the Sixth Illinois cavalry, with flying artillery attached, attacked the rebels from the opposite side, killed twenty-five of them, took some prisoners, and burned the camp and garrison equipage. In their headlong stampede, the rebels came well-nigh running into our hands. While in hot pursuit, we came to the residence of one Robert C. Forbes, who, intrenching himself in the house, commenced firing on our flankers as they approached. The flankers then charged on the house, effected an entrance, and discovered that Forbes had taken shelter in an upper chamber. The desperate man was called upon to surrender, but refused. He had already killed one member of the Fourth Illinois cavalry, and had wounded another. He also had received a wound in the right arm, which disabled him to such an extent that he could not load his gun. His wound was received by a shot fired up through the floor. Still the desperate man refused to yield. As a last resort the house was set on fire. This compelled the man to come down, but he still obstinately refused to surrender. He was immediately surrounded by the exas perated soldiers, who refrained from shooting him on account of the certainty of shooting their comrades. Meanwhile the old man clubbed his gun, and although his arm was badly lacerated and bleeding, he ferociously kept the soldiers at bay. At length one of the officers ordered the soldiers opposite to him to get away, and give him a chance "to shoot the old secession scoundrel !"

General Thayer, while leading his column up the hill where the enemy had dug rifle-pits and thrown up earth-works, lost his sword. There was a fence halfway up the hill, and near the second line of works, which it was necessary for his troops to climb over. The General sheathed his sword for the purpose, and in climbing over the fence, the lower part of it was caught, which reversed the scabbard, and the sword noiselessly slipped out. He started back after other regiments in his brigade, and not having occasion to use it, he did not miss it until after the enemy had possession of the field. He regretted it very much, as it was presented to him for distinguished services in the Indian war which occurred some years ago on the frontier. Whilst our dead were being taken off the field under the flag of truce, a soldier of the Fourth Iowa discovered it, and slipped it on the platter which was being used to convey a wounded man off the field. It was restored to the General. The casualties are not as great as at first supposed. The number will not reach one thousand killed, wounded, and missing. The Fourth Iowa, in Thayer's brigade, and Thirteenth Illinois, in Blair's brigade, suffered most. In these two regiments the killed and wounded amount to near three hundred. The Fifty-eighth Ohio is said to have suffered considerably. Colonel Dresler, one of the best officers in the service, is numbered among the killed. Colonel Wyman, Thirteenth Illinois, was mortally wounded in the action of the twenty-eighth, and The soldiers did not believe him at first, but in has since died. General Morgan L. Smith was wound-brief time he proved to them beyond all dispute that ed on the same day, but not seriously. He is recovering, and will be able to return to his command in a few days.

We are not in Vicksburgh yet. A change has been made in the programme. Instead of storming this formidable citadel of rebeldom, we go North. General McClernand has arrived and supersedes Sherman. Such are the mutations of military operations, that correspondents can't help but be mistaken.

The army is in excellent spirits. "Push forward the columns." AKSARBEN.

A THRILLING INCIDENT.-A. Z. Reeve, of the Iowa army, gives the following thrilling incident in a letter to his brother:

GERMANTOWN, TENN., March 12, 1863.

At these words the gun dropped from the old man's hands, and he earnestly inquired:

"Is it possible? Have I been fighting Union soldiers all this time ?"

"Of course, we are Union men," replied the officer.

"My God! why didn't I know this before ?" said the old man in a voice of agony; "I am a Union man, too. I thought I was fighting Richardson's guerrillas!"

there was no counterfeit Unionism about him. He had been an incorruptible patriot during the war. At the outbreak of the rebellion, he had been arrested by confederate authority and placed in chains. His crime consisted in telling the rebels that they were traitors and deserved hanging. When General Hurlburt passed through this part of the country, the old man joined him, but came back occasionally to see his family. He was on a brief furlough from the Federal army when the raid was made on his house. Richardson had sworn vengeance against him, and he had resolved never to be taken alive. Owing to the fact that the guerrillas were in the habit of prowling about in Federal uniform, the old man was led to mistake our soldiers for rebels.

The explanation came too late to save the house. It was consumed with all its contents. There was not We have been here about six weeks, protecting the a quilt left to defend the mother and children from railroad. Colonel Richardson, a rebel guerrilla, has the cold. They had fled from the burning building been hovering in the vicinity for some time, capturing just in time to save their lives. It was a sad spectaforage parties and tearing up the road whenever op-cle. The old man begged to be taken along with us.

He told his wife to get to the Federal lines as soon as possible. A braver and a truer man to his country does not exist than Robert C. Forbes. I gave the mother and children ten dollars in greenbacks and my blankets. The other soldiers contributed to relieve the distresses of the family. Many sympathizing tears were shed by us all. I have not witnessed a scene so affecting since my enlistment.-Iowa State Register.

A NEW CASSABIANCA.-A correspondent, giving an account, by a rebel prisoner who participated in the affair, of the capture of the Harriet Lane, at Galveston, Texas, relates the following remarkable incident:

Almost the first men struck down were the gallant Captain Wainwright and Lieut. Lee, who both fought, the prisoner says, with a desperation and valor that no mortal could surpass. He saw them bleeding and prostrate upon the deck, still dealing death among their enemies. One young son of Captain Wainwright -only ten years old, just think of it!-stood at the cabin door, a revolver in each hand, and never ceased firing until he had expended every shot. One of his poor little hands was disabled by a ball, shattering his four fingers, and then his infantile soul gave way; he burst into tears, and cried: "Do you want to kill me?" Darling young hero-may his country never forget him! Where is the Hemans to wed his name to immortal verse, like another Cassabianca? Philanthropists, whose hearts are yearning for something to love, here is a noble orphan boy on whom to lavish your care. He is now a prisoner in the hands of the enemy.

A ROMANCE OF THE WAR.-The Hartford Evening Press narrates the following curious incident, which it has from an officer in the Twentieth Connecticut regi

ment:

"When the regiment first marched towards Dumfries, in December, it halted for two or three hours close by a farmhouse, three miles south of the Occoquan River. Corporal Halsey J. Tibbals, of company Ď, a member of the color-guard, while gratifying his propensity for sight-seeing, with the rest, discovered what seemed to him familiar localities. He remembered that he was born in Virginia, and lived there till the age of eight years, but had not any definite idea of the precise locality. He was soon satisfied, however, that he had found his birthplace, and pointed out the grave of his grandfather, and the path leading to the spring which supplied the household with water. Inquiry of the occupants of the house corroborated his convictions, and brought out the fact that he was the sole surviving heir to the property, which still goes by the name of 'The Tibbals Farm.' The property consists of over three hundred acres, and in New-England would make a man independent, but Mr. Tibbals declines to prosecute his claim, as he has a poor estimate of Southern property since the rebellion. He is also the rightful owner of one thousand acres of land in Texas, which fell to him by the death of a relative."

A FEDERAL Scout named W. J. Murray went on horseback from New-Orleans to Baton Rouge, to ascertain the condition of the telegraph line, which has been destroyed by the rebels. He rode forty miles through the enemy's country, which was infested with roving bands of guerrillas, but met with no opposition, and returned to New-Orleans with safety.-LouisMe Journal.

GENERAL BUTLER.-Theodore Winthrop, whom the country only began to appreciate when she had lost him, in a paper describing one of the early scenes of the war, says: "The army of the United States at this time consisted of six thousand men. Three thousand were"-certain specified regiments. "The other three thousand were- General Butler."-Boston Advertiser.

BRAGG'S LAST ORDER TO WHEELER.
AFTER THE SECOND FORT DONELSON DEFEAT.
Mitte Sectari, rosa quo locorum
Sera moretur.

-Me sub areta vite bibentem.

HORACE: Ode XXXVIII
HEADQUARTERS TULLAHOMA,
February 14, 1863.

I hate, my boy Wheeler, old Abe's apparatus,
Of hemp garlands twisted to choke our afflatus.
Cease to rove where that Stanley the devil is playing,
Nor scout near the spot where "Old Rosy" is staying.
For "bloodhounds" can't butt with a Federal ram.
Fort Donelson's sold to Uncle Sam,
My sedulous care is to make my escape
And drink myself tight with a "little more grape."
You're rather Lowe-flung, and have shown the white
And I'm nearly played out

rag,

Your old friend,

BRAXTON BRAGG,

ROMANCE OF THE CAMP.-The Louisville Journal tells the following singular story: A few weeks since a Captain, accompanied by a young soldier, apparently about seventeen years of age, arrived in this eity in charge of some rebel prisoners. During their stay in the city the young soldier alluded to had occasion to visit headquarters, and at once attracted the attention of Colonel Mundy by being exceedingly sprightly and possessed of more than ordinary intelligence. Being in need of such a young man at Barracks No. 1, the Colonel detailed him for service in that institution. He soon won the esteem of his superior officers and became a general favorite with all connected with the Barracks. A few days ago, however, the startling secret was disclosed that the supposed young man was a young lady, and the fact was established beyond doubt by a soldier who was raised in the same town with her and knew her parents. She "acknowledged the corn," and begged to be retained in the position to which she was assigned; having been in the service ten months, she desired to serve during the war. Her wish was accordingly granted, and she is still at her post.

We learned the facts above stated yesterday, and took occasion to visit the barracks, and was introduced to "Frank Martin," (her assumed name,) and gleaned the following incidents connected with her extraordinary career during the past ten months:

"Frank" was born near Bristol, Pa., and her parents now reside in Alleghany City, Pa., where she was raised. They are highly respectable people, and in very good circumstances. She was sent to the convent in Wheeling, Va., at twelve years of age, where she remained until the breaking out of the war, having acquired a superior education, and all the accomplishments of modern usage. She visited home after leaving the convent, and after taking leave of her par

ents, proceeded to this city in July last, with the design of enlisting in the Second East-Tennessee cavalry, which she accomplished, and accompanied the army of the Cumberland to Nashville. She was in the thickest of the fight at Murfreesboro, and was severely wounded in the shoulder, but fought gallantly, and waded Stone River into Murfreesboro on the memorable Sunday on which our forces were driven back. She had her wound dressed, and her sex was disclosed, and General Rosecrans made acquainted with the fact. She was accordingly mustered out of service, notwithstanding her earnest entreaty to be allowed to serve the cause she loved so well. The General was very favorably impressed with her daring bravery, and superintended the arrangements for her safe transmission to her parents. She left the army of the Cumberland resolved to enlist again in the first regiment she met. When she arrived at Bowling Green she found the Eighth Michigan there, and enlisted, since which time she has been and is now connected with it. She is represented as an excellent horseman, and has been honored with the position of regimental bugler in the regiment. She has seen and endured all the privations and hardships incident to the life of the soldier, and gained an enviable reputation as a scout, having made several wonderful expeditions which were attended with signal success. Frank is only eighteen years of age, quite small, and a beautiful figure. She has auburn hair, which she wears quite short, and large blue eyes, beaming with brightness and intelligence. Her complexion is naturally very fair, though slightly bronzed at present from the effects of exposure. She is exceedingly pretty, and very amiable. Her conversation denotes more than ordinary accomplishment, and, what is stranger than all, she appears very refined in her manners, giving no evidence whatever of the rudeness which might naturally be expected from her late associations.

Frank informs us that she has discovered a great many females in the army, and is now intimately acquainted with a young lady who is a lieutenant in the army. She has assisted in burying three female soldiers at different times, whose sex were unknown to any but herself.

Since she has been in the city she formed the acquaintance of a young lady, who has taken quite a fancy to her, supposing her to be a handsome young man. We pressed (we should say urged) her for her real name, but she very respectfully declined giving it. She is very patriotic, and expresses a determination "to see the war out, come what will."

NEWBERN, N. C., January 20.-After the recent battle at Kinston, our forces buried their dead decently and in order. On the first instant, a flag of truce left this city for that place, for the purpose of disinterring some of the bodies, and sending them home. Imagine their feelings, on opening the graves, to find that the chivalry of rebeldom had previously opened them, stripped the bodies of every vestige of clothing, and tumbled them back into their resting-places, without any regard to Christian burial, but simply as they would roll the body of a dead animal in a pit.

The hearts of men, who would treat the dead bodies of their enemies in this manner, must be indeed callous, and hardened to every fine feeling pertaining to man.-Newbern Progress, January 21.

AN UNCONSCIOUS HERO.-The notice, by the dailies, that Gen. Hooker desired to appoint George W. Smal

ley, of the Tribune, on his staff, as an acknowledg ment of the great merit of his report of the battle of Antietam, reminds us of a personal interview we had with General Hooker, which, in justice to Hooker and to Mr. Smalley, we feel it to be our duty to recite. The General was laid up with his wound, but on the occasion referred to, he was well enough to be bolstered in a chair, and was engaged in writing a letter. Our conversation soon turned to the battle of Antietam, when he referred, with considerable enthusiasm, to what he characterized as the wonderful account of the battle given by the reporter for the Tribune. "It was," said he, "a perfect reproduction of the scene and all its incidents; and it is a marvel to me how you writers can perform such tasks." I asked the General if he knew who the reporter of the Tribune was. “1 saw him first upon the battle-field," was his reply. "I first noticed him when we were in the hottest portion of the fight, early in the morning. My attention was then attracted to a civilian, who sat upon his horse, in advance of my whole staff; and though he was in the hottest of the fire, and the shot and shell were striking and sputtering around us like so much hail, he sat gazing on the strife as steady and as undisturbed as if he were in a quiet theatre, looking at a scene upon the stage. In all the experience which I have had of war, never saw the most experienced and veteran soldier exhibit more tranquil fortitude and unshaken valor than was exhibited by that young man. I was concerned at the needless risk which he invited, and told one of my aids to order him in our rear. ently, all my aids had left me, on one service and another; whereupon, turning to give an order, I found no one but this young stranger at my side. I then asked him if he would oblige me by bearing a despatch to Gen. McClellan, and by acting as my aid, until some of my staff should come up. He rode off with alacrity, through a most exposed position, returned with the answer, and served me as an aid through the remain der of the fight, till I was carried from the ground." "And his name, General ?" "He was a young man, recently from college, named George W. Smalley, and I am writing to him now! Those who know the noble nature of Gen. Hooker, will therefore wonder but little that one of his first acts, when placed in chief command of the army of the Potomac, was to ask to have George W. Smalley placed upon his staff. The writer of this has never seen George W. Smalley, but he deems it a simple act of justice to relate this interview.-Wilkes' Spirit of the Times.

Pres

PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S LAST. - The President looks

haggard and careworn-who wonders at it?-yet he preserves his good nature, and some new story or bon uttered on Saturday, at the public reception, when a mot from him is always in circulation. The last was Western paymaster, in full major's attire, was introduced, and said: "Being here, Mr. Lincoln, I thought I'd call and pay my respects." "From the complaints of the soldiers," responded the President, "I guess that's about all' any of you do pay."-Washington Correspondent Boston Journal.

INTERVIEW WITH STONEWALL JACKSON.

CAMP PAROLE, ANNAPOLIS, MD., January 6, 1863. DEAR SIR: I will attempt, in accordance with your request, to give you an account of my interview with Stonewall Jackson, while a prisoner at his camp, and of my sojourn at Libby Prison in Richmond. A few

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