Adelaide W. Smith, Reminiscences of an Army nurse during the Civil War
“ It was a strange, sad sight, this long line of Confederate prisoners, 3,000 strong, officers and men without arms,—some by habit reaching for the forfeited sword, belt, or gun,—worn, tired, begrimed figures of despair. They were clothed in every degree of shabbiness, from the dulled tinsel of the uniformed officers, to the worn, faded, ragged grey that they had so confidently donned at the beginning of the war. They were on their way to City Point under guard, many to be forwarded to some Northern camp, where at least their starving bodies would be fed and made comfortable. ”
