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Prison Life in Andersonville

Chapter 6 UNSEALING OF THE SPRING.

Word Count: 1086    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ove the treetops majestic and awful in appearance. A troop of small, scurrying, angry-looking clouds seemed to form an advancing line to the vast mass of storm cloud. The onward movement quicke

ed around us as if the air was filled with short circuits. The awful m

n it came upon us the sensation was as if a million buckets of water were being poured upon us at once. The air was so filled with the roaring, hiss

the force of their impact carried away the rear stockade. From the batteries solid shot was fired over our heads to warn us that if we attempted to escape through the opening in the wall we would be swept by the cannon. The roar of the guns chimed harmoniously with the thundering of the storm. In the awful suspense of such overwhelming conditions the progress of time could not be measured. The downpour may have continued twenty minutes, perhaps half an hour, or possibly longer. So great was its fury that we felt it must soon end or it would e

the top of his voice, "Water! Water!" Men on the north side, as by a common impulse, answered back, and the two great

once from many lips. The writer tried to press his way towards the north gate, but the crowd was so dense that no progress could be made. The excitement of the moment was indescribable. During a lull some one sang out, "You fellow

st deeply excavated, the sloping surfaces had gathered the waters of the flood. The bottom of the trench was torn up some twenty inches, uncovering the vent of a spring of purest crystal water, which shot up i

to our delight, we saw the quartermaster again enter the gate with a gang of slaves, bringing fence boards, hammers, nails, axes and stakes. A double row of the latter was driven, so that the direction crossed the dead-line at a slight angle down the hill. A strip was nailed across each pair of stakes, and in the aperture rested a trough made of two fence boards nailed togethe

o many of us was quite as wonderful and quite as manifestly the work of the All-Father as was the smitten rock in

ood which opened the won

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