Named Entity Results
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities

visited the prison regularly, giving the consolations of his church to the sick, shriving the dying, and sprinkling holy water on the dead. He was willing to talk to any one who cared for religious conversation. He seemed very industrious and earnest in his work. Suppose that of the thirteen thousand buried in that old field, there will be one who will at last arise justified through Christ. And suppose that the judgment shall be as Jesus described it. If so, of all the ministers in Georgia, accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, I was sick and in prison and ye visited me, and that one is a Catholic. Protestant churches may warn us of the danger of the Papal power, but till some of us learn this lesson of visiting the prisons, the hospitals, the plague-stricken and the outcast, we will never lead the masses away from Catholicism. During August we had several thunder showers. But there is one that in Andersonville history will always stand alon

e that of the thirteen thousand buried in that old field, there will be one who will at last arise justified through Christ. And suppose that the judgment shall be as Jesus described it. If so, of all the ministers in Georgia, accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, I was sick and in prison and ye visited me, and that one is a Catholic. Protestant churches may warn us of the danger of the Papal power, but till some of us learn this lesson of visiting the prisons, the hospitals, the plague-stricken and the outcast, we will never lead the masses away from Catholicism. During August we had several thunder showers. But there is one that in Andersonville history will always stand alone as eminently the storm. About the last of the month (I had no way to keep dates and can't remember them exactly), it came up suddenly, about midday, accompanied by vivid lightning and loud thunder, and a rain-fall such as is called the bursting of a water-spout. With t

Chapter 6: Providence. Cruelty of our Government. study of human nature. nothing to do. church privileges. a Catholic priest. August Storms. a water spout. Providence. a break in the stockade. a dash for liberty How did you spend your time? For a while we could hold interesting chats. But we soon wore out all the interesting incidents of our lives, exhausted our supply of anecdotes and stories; and were left with nothing to talk of, except to describe different dishesProvidence. a break in the stockade. a dash for liberty How did you spend your time? For a while we could hold interesting chats. But we soon wore out all the interesting incidents of our lives, exhausted our supply of anecdotes and stories; and were left with nothing to talk of, except to describe different dishes of food that we wanted, or to curse the rebels for their treatment, and to grumble at our Government for not exchanging us. These were standard themes; they could be repeated, in the same words, every day in the month, and every hour in the day, and always be interesting. Among all those crowds a good laugh was seldom heard. Our gayest, jolliest soldiers soon became gloomy and silent; and wit and humor took on the morbid form of saying grotesque and horrid things about our misfortunes.

n. While writing of the religious exercises, I will not omit the ministry of a Catholic priest. He visited the prison regularly, giving the consolations of his church to the sick, shriving the dying, and sprinkling holy water on the dead. He was willing to talk to any one who cared for religious conversation. He seemed very industrious and earnest in his work. Suppose that of the thirteen thousand buried in that old field, there will be one who will at last arise justified through Christ. And suppose that the judgment shall be as Jesus described it. If so, of all the ministers in Georgia, accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, I was sick and in prison and ye visited me, and that one is a Catholic. Protestant churches may warn us of the danger of the Papal power, but till some of us learn this lesson of visiting the prisons, the hospitals, the plague-stricken and the outcast, we will never lead the masses away from Catholicism. During August

oodly number there all the time, for a drink of the bright, pure water. At last some one showed it to the Quartermaster who issued our rations, and interested him in the matter. He gave us boards and nails to make a V trough, which we fixed in the spring, and brought the water inside the dead-line. It yielded about eight or ten gallons per minute of pure, sweet water-much better than could be found in the pen, even by digging for it, before; and till the prison was destroyed, in April, 1865, the flow never diminished. From earliest dawn till far into the night, a crowd was at the spout waiting turn to drink. The pious thanked God and took courage. The marvelous marveled. The rationalistic advanced two theories: first, the stream had always been there, just under the surface, and being overcharged during the storm, it burst through; second, a discharge of lightning struck there and opened the way to a subterranean reservoir. Why? How? I care not if lightning or stor

Christ. And suppose that the judgment shall be as Jesus described it. If so, of all the ministers in Georgia, accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, I was sick and in prison and ye visited me, and that one is a Catholic. Protestant churches may warn us of the danger of the Papal power, but till some of us learn this lesson of visiting the prisons, the hospitals, the plague-stricken and the outcast, we will never lead the masses away from Catholicism. During August we had several thunder showers. But there is one that in Andersonville history will always stand alone as eminently the storm. About the last of the month (I had no way to keep dates and can't remember them exactly), it came up suddenly, about midday, accompanied by vivid lightning and loud thunder, and a rain-fall such as is called the bursting of a water-spout. With the first dash, we were drenched. In a few minutes the ground was covered with water, and great streams were rushing do