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Belle Boyd In Camp & Prison - (Volume 2) (Paperback)
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Belle Boyd In Camp & Prison - (Volume 2) (Paperback)
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Loot Price R464
Discovery Miles 4 640
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text.
Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book
(without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.
1865 Excerpt: ...under the camp bedstead when he entered the room.
I was frightened, I will admit; for in a few minutes the sentries
would be relieved, and of course the soldier would have to account
for the loss of his bayonet. We wanted to free him from complicity
in the affair; and woman's wit came to my assistance, as it had
often done before. I proposed that, my room being larger than Miss
Ida's, we should go in there and sit down. Fortunately to this the
superintendent agreed. After remaining for a short time, I said, Oh
Miss Ida, I have forgotten my pocket-handkerchief I and, running
hastily into her room, I seized the bayonet, wrenched off the
board, and returned the weapon to the scared sentinel. Little did
Mr. Wood imagine the part I had just played, as he sat glaring
around him with his cat-like eyes, and boasting that there warn't
any thing going on in that prison that he didn't know of. For
several days after this, Miss Ida and I whiled away our time by
writing and receiving notes. Miss P., however, did not remain here
long, for, having given her parole that she would do nothing more
against the Yankee Government, she was released. CHAPTER XIII. A
very Romantic Way of Corresponding--The Prison Authorities for once
are at a Loss--My Confederate Flags--They wave over Washington in
spite of Yankee Assertions to the contrary--I become very ill--Mr.
Stanton in an unfavorable Light once more--My Prisoner of Front
Eoyal in her true Character--Sentence of Court-Martial is announced
to me--A Relapse of my former Illness--I am banished--The Cry of
Murder raised round the Corner--Incidents in my Prison Life. One
evening, about nine o'clock, while seated at my window, I was
singing Take me back to my own sunny South, when quite...
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