Identifier: reminiscencesorf00dyer (find matches)
Title: Reminiscences, or, Four years in the Confederate Army : a history of the experiences of the private soldier in camp, hospital, prison, on the march, and on the battlefield, 1861 to 1865
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Dyer, Jno. Will Dyer, Amelia W
Subjects: Dyer, Jno Will Confederate States of America. Army Military life
Publisher: Evansville, Ind. : Keller Print. and Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ere is something inthe way you handle your foil that reminds me of mymost deadly enemy, and I find it influences me to thatextent that I lose my self-control. We Avill not crossfoils again.- Under a promise of secrecy he told me hisstory, which was the old one of womans trust and manstreachery. In a duel with the betrayer of his sister hehad wounded his antagonist who in turn gave him thethrust which destroyed his eye. In the struggle for in-dependence his enemy had espoused the cause of Austria,and it was while making a desperate effort to get to hisenemy, whom he recognized on the battlefield, that hewas shot down. Poor Frank Attilla, born mid the strifeand struggle for liberty, living to the music of the bat-tles roar, it was fit that his last days should be passed inthe field of strife. He had lived a soldier and thus hedied. Camp Chase Avas located on a kind of table land withgood drainage, which rendered it a healthy prison, andalthough there were thousands of prisoners confined
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Gen, S. B. Buckner. BY A PRIVATE SOLDIER. 41 there the mortality was at no time very great. We werefree from any contagious diseases—while I was there—and were not even troubled greatly with itch or lice.There was one row of barracks in our prison occupied bya lot of ^Vest Mrginia mountaineers who became care-less and got lousy, thereby acquiring for their quartersthe name of louse row, against which the balance of theprison quarantined strictly, even to requiring them todraw rations from the other side of the commissary.One day after a heavy rain, on going outside we foundone of these West Virginians picking the gray backsoff his clothes and dropping them in a pool of waterwhich had formed beside our quarters. He seemed tobe enjoying himself as well as any boy who ever sailed abark boat on a goose pond and it was funny to see aboutfifty great, big lice swimming, it seemed with almost hu-man intelligence, to get back to their old quarters. Talkabout a flea being sharp; why, he isn

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