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Fifteen Months in Dixie; Or, My Personal Experience in Rebel Prisons

Chapter 2: PREFACE.
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A Union private chronicles his capture during a major campaign and fifteen months in Confederate confinement, offering a chronological account of marches, field hospitals, and transfer between prisons such as Libby, Danville, Andersonville, and Florence. He describes overcrowding, inadequate rations, disease, death rates, improvised shelters, theft and internal policing, attempted escapes, and harsh punishments, alongside small acts of mutual aid. The narrative also records observations on prison officials and camp administration, reflections on patriotic duty, gratitude for sanitary relief efforts, and the eventual exchange and return home, providing firsthand testimony of suffering, endurance, and comradeship under captivity.

PREFACE.

I have sometimes been in doubt whether a preface was necessary to this work; but have decided to write one, for the reason that in a preface the author is permitted to give the reader a “peep behind the scenes,” as he is not permitted to do in the body of the book. Since the commencement of the publication of this story, in a serial form, a few very good people have been so kind as to tell me, that it is “too late in the day” to write upon the subject of Rebel Prisons. My answer is: it is never too late to tell the story of what patriotic men suffered in the defence of Constitutional liberty, and of the Union of States, which union was cemented by the blood of our Revolutionary sires. It is never too late to tell the story of,—

“Man’s unhumanity to man.”

It is never too late to tell the truth, although the truth may be sharper than a two-edged sword. It is never too late to inspire our young men to love, and venerate, and defend, the Flag of their Country; to tell them how their fathers suffered in support of a PRINCIPLE. No, it is not too late to tell this story, and I have no apologies to offer any man, living or dead, for telling it. But, while I have no apologies to offer, I deem an explanation in order.

Since I commenced writing this Story I have felt the want of a liberal education as I never felt it before. For, to tell the exact truth, I never enjoyed the advantages of any school of higher grade than the common district school of thirty years ago. Therefore, kind reader,—you who have enjoyed the advantages of better schools, and a more liberal education,—when you find a mistake in this book, one which can not be laid at the door of the printer, kindly, and for “Sweet Charity’s Sake,” overlook it; for I assure you I would be thus kind to you under similar circumstances.

W. W. DAY.

Lemond, Minnesota, September, 1889.