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Identifier: daringsufferingh03pitt Title: Daring and suffering: a history of the Andrews Railroad Raid into Georgia in 1862 .. Year: 1887 (1880s) Authors: Pittenger, William, 1840-1904 Subjects: Chattanooga Railroad Expedition, 1862 Publisher: New York, The War Publishing Co. Contributing Library: The Library of Congress Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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Text Appearing Before Image: hhung low in the west. Our pacewas slow, for we had only about amile to journey, and as no espe-cial place was appointed for therendezvous, we had nothing to dobut look for Andrews and ourcomrades. Several persons weremet, but they were going towardShelbyville. We ventured to accost some of these, but could get no re-port of any travellers ahead. It was perplexing to be so long alone, andwe looked most anxiously for others of the party. Seeing a house a few yards from the road we climbed over the postand rail fence—there was no gate visible—and went up to the door to geta drink of water and learn how far we were from Shelbyville. Before wecame up to the house, however, a dog darted from some place of conceal-ment and bit my friend on the leg, and was instantly back into the dark-ness. It was only a trifling bite, about which I laughed; but when weturned to go, after completing our inquiries, the same dog came uponus once more. Ross was on his guard and leaped over the fence, but I

Text Appearing After Image: William Pittenger. Before the war. 46 Daring and Suffering. stopped on top of it and laughed at his hurry. The dog sprang at me,and was just able to reach the skirt of my coat, which he seized, tearinga large piece out of it. That coat, thus curtailed, I was obliged to wearfor nearly a year, and over a large part of the Southern States ! Ross firedat the dog just as he hung by the coat, but in the darkness the aim wasuncertain, and he disappeared as suddenly as he came. A superstitiousperson might look on this trivial incident as an omen of the result of ourenterprise, which proved disastrous to me and fatal to my companion. We now proceeded on our way, but felt no small degree of anxiety.We were not in any danger, for we were yet inside the Union pickets, andcould return to camp without difficulty; but this was just what we did notwish. Darkness was closing in, and we knew not whether our comradeswere ahead of us or behind—whether they might not be even now receiv-ing those final i

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