Would he ever see Charlie or his family again? So many men had died in this damnable war and, if the battles didn’t kill them, living in this huge hellhole surely would.
“Daniel!” a female voice called urgently. “Daniel Reid, is that you? Dear God!”
Tearing his eyes away from the spectacle of fear looming out across the river, he turned wearily to see who had called his name.
Standing a few yards away was a group of fashionably dressed young ladies, looking like beautiful bright butterflies. They huddled together clutching each other’s arms, staring at the dirty, tattered Confederate prisoners chained together. Their hands were full of packages they had obviously purchased at the little shops clustered near the wharf.
“Stay back, ladies!” one of the Yankee guards called, “You don’t want to get their vermin on you!”
A golden-haired girl shook off her companions and stepped closer.
“Nora!” Daniel cried hoarsely.
She took a few hesitant steps toward him.
“No, don’t go over there, Nora! They’re filthy beasts!” another girl called anxiously.Turning, Nora cried, “But Mary, it’s my brother!”
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