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because they are true. Duty to the brave dead,
to the heroic living, who have endured the pangs of a hundred deaths
for their country's sake; duty to the government which depends on the
wisdom and constancy of its good citizens for its support and
perpetuity, calls for this "round, unvarnished tale" of suffering endured
for freedom's sake.
The publisher of this work urged his friend and associate in journalism
to write and send forth these sketches because the times demanded just
such an expose of the inner hell of the Southern prisons. The tender
mercies of oppressors are cruel. We must accept the truth and act in
view of it. Acting wisely on the warnings of the past, we shall be able
to prevent treason, with all its fearful concomitants, from being again
the scourge and terror of our beloved land.
ROBERT McCUNE.

AUTHOR'S PREFACE
Fifteen months ago--and one month before it was begun--I had no more
idea of writing this book than I have now of taking up my residence in
China.
While I have always been deeply impressed with the idea that the
public should know much more of the history of Andersonville and
other Southern prisons than it does, it had never occurred to me that I
was in any way charged with the duty of increasing that enlightenment.
No affected deprecation of my own abilities had any part is this. I
certainly knew enough of the matter, as did every other boy who had
even a month's experience in those terrible places, but the very
magnitude of that knowledge overpowered me, by showing me the vast
requirements of the subject-requirements that seemed to make it

presumption for any but the greatest pens in our literature to attempt the
work. One day at Andersonville or Florence would be task enough for
the genius of Carlyle or Hugo; lesser than they would fail
preposterously to rise to the level of the theme. No writer ever
described such a deluge of woes as swept over the unfortunates
confined in Rebel prisons in the last year-and-a-half of the
Confederacy's life. No man was ever called upon to describe the
spectacle and the process of seventy thousand young, strong,
able-bodied men, starving and rotting to death. Such a gigantic tragedy
as this stuns the mind and benumbs the imagination.
I no more felt myself competent to the task than to accomplish one of
Michael Angelo's grand creations in sculpture or painting.
Study of the subject since confirms me in this view, and my only claim
for this book is that it is a contribution--a record of individual
observation and experience--which will add something to the material
which the historian of the future will find available for his work.
The work was begun at the suggestion of Mr. D. R. Locke, (Petroleum
V. Nasby), the eminent political satirist. At first it was only intended to
write a few short serial sketches of prison life for the columns of the
TOLEDO BLADE. The exceeding favor with which the first of the
series was received induced a great widening of their scope, until
finally they took the range they now have.
I know that what is contained herein will be bitterly denied. I am
prepared for this. In my boyhood I witnessed the savagery of the
Slavery agitation--in my youth I felt the fierceness of the hatred
directed against all those who stood by the Nation. I know that hell hath
no fury like the vindictiveness of those who are hurt by the truth being
told of them. I apprehend being assailed by a sirocco of contradiction
and calumny. But I solemnly affirm in advance the entire and absolute
truth of every material fact, statement and description. I assert that, so
far from there being any exaggeration in any particular, that in no
instance has the half of the truth been told, nor could it be, save by an
inspired pen. I am ready to demonstrate this by any test that the deniers
of this may require, and I am fortified in my position by unsolicited

letters from over 3,000 surviving prisoners, warmly indorsing the
account as thoroughly accurate in every respect.
It has been charged that hatred of the South is the animus of this work.
Nothing can be farther from the truth. No one has a deeper love for
every part of our common country than I, and no one to-day will make
more efforts and sacrifices to bring the South to the same plane of
social and material development with the rest of the Nation than I will.
If I could see that the sufferings at Andersonville and elsewhere
contributed in any considerable degree to that end, and I should not
regret that they had been. Blood and tears mark every