y to Gauley Bridge,
twenty-five miles distant, through the thick laurel, and over mountains
that seemed no less than second cousins to the Alps. Harmon dropped into
a ditch, was passed over by the rebels, picked up a well-filled
haversack, and came into camp with a plenty and to spare. Many were
concealed by loyal families, in caves or in their houses, for days,
until the rebel pickets were removed. Condit was fed and housed for two
weeks, after which, to the surprise of the company, he made his
appearance with a full, healthy, improved countenance. Cooper, Wise, and
Woodmansee, appeared at Gauley Bridge, on the ninth day, as living
skeletons, nearly starved. Winsor was separated from his company, and,
with 400 of the regiment, made his way through the mountains to
Charleston, 80 miles distant.

These are specimens of the varied experiences of the men, such as to
this day furnish new topics of conversation for them when they meet. The
whole affair was, to Co. C, one of the most memorable of the war. For a
long time after this sad occurrence, the company was broken up, and the
pride of its organization seemed to have departed.

Joseph Collins died the next day after the battle, and was buried on the
field. Burford Jeakins lived until 10 o'clock Sunday evening, September
22, and passed away to a better world. Lieutenant Cross, Sergeant Orton,
H. G. Sheldon, and L. J. Jones, were recaptured by the forces of Gen.
Rosecrans in the action at Carnifex Ferry, September 10. As soon as
convenient they were removed to Cincinnati.

[Sidenote: Parish Prison.]

After all the stragglers had been gathered into camp it appeared that 29
had been taken prisoners of war, namely: Captain Shurtleff; Sergeants,
Stiles, Parmenter, and Morey; Corporals, Cole and Mack; Privates, Biggs,
Bodle, Burns, Claghorn, Curtis, Finch, Halbert, Howard, Hubbell, S. B.
Kingsbury, Massa, Myers, Noble, Newton, Osborn, Parker, Root, Scott,
Smith, Thompson, Tuttle, Warren, and Wheeler. These men were marched to
Jacksonville, one hundred miles, with their elbows tied together behind
them. From that place they went by railroad to Richmond, and, with other
prisoners captured at Manassas and Ball's Bluff, were there confined in
Atkinson's Tobacco Factory. After a few weeks they were privileged to
ride nearly the whole length of the Confederacy, in open dirt cars, and
to enjoy the wit and admiration of multitudes who had probably never
before seen a live Yankee,