Albert D. Richardson,
The Secret Service, the Field, the Dungeon…
“ Arrival in Jackson, Mississippi.Before dark, we reached Jackson. Though a prisoner, I entered it with far more pleasurable feelings than at my last visit; for my tongue was now free, and I was not sailing under false colors. The dreary little city was in a great panic. Before we had been five minutes in the street, a precocious young newsboy came running among us, and, while shouting—"Here's The Mississippian extra!" talked to us incessantly in a low tone:—"How are you, Yanks? ”
