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half-ear of corn for each prisoner for twenty-four hours. And this in a land not yet despoiled of provisions, where our captors had plenty and to spare. I had some remains of my lunch, and did not want the corn ; but half a dozen famished men were eager for it. Next morning we were turned over to Kirk, and marched on to Boone.
At Estes's school-house Lieutenant Shotwell and two other men made their escape, and but for an open path to the school-house would have been safe. When discovered, two surrendered, and Shotwell was captured just as he gave a sign of surrender. Kirk,
with characteristic cruelty, said: "D n him; shoot him !" and
his orders were obeyed; and this gallant young soldier was murdered right before our eyes and left lying as he had fallen. A friend of his begged to be allowed to go to him, and when permission was given he went and straightened his body and took $50 in gold out of his boot, intending to send it to young Shotwell' s father ; but was soon relieved of it by an officer, and Mr. Shotwell never saw it. I was one who went with this broken-hearted man in search of his son's body many months afterwards, but must tell of this in a separate sketch.
Murder and robbery was the order of the day with Kirk's band.
At Boone, while gathered around the court-house, Kirk rode into our midst, called us "cowards, cut-throats, damned rebels," and every vile thing he could think of, and threatened the most horrible vengeance if we attempted to escape. My good old friend, Mr. Sid- ney Deal, came up to me and said : " Keep close to me, my boy, and if anybody must fight for you, I'll do it."
Mr. Deal had suffered every wrong from these men, and when one of them commenced to abuse him, he told him boldly how he, Ford, had robbed him of horses, cattle, sheep, and hogs, and the man went off without another word.
Our next stop was at Cool creek, in Watague county, but we drew no rations until we arrived at Greenville, Tenn. , when we had some hard-tack and bacon. We were hurried on to Knoxville, where we were turned over to regular United States soldiers, and fared a little better. At Nashville we were lodged in the pen, but we had better rations than before. We crossed the Ohio river at Louisville, and on the other side, at Jefferson ville, saw the first signs of mourning for Abraham Lincoln an arch bearing this inscription : "Abraham Lincoln, the Saviour of His Country, Is In His Grave."
