"While the poet was in Brooklyn, his
brother George was captured on September 30, 1864, at Poplar Grove, Virginia,
sent to prisons in Salisbury, North Carolina, and Richmond, and eventually
placed in a Confederate military prison in Danville, Virginia...Jeff and
Walt coordinated their efforts in sending food and clothing to George and
attempting to secure his release. This was a period of great fear, anxiety,
and frustration for the Whitman family. Daily they read lurid newspaper
accounts of the barbarous conditions in Confederate prisons and hospitals...At
the same time, the likelihood of a general prisoner exchange seemed ever
more remote." (97)
I begin to think that after
all that it is quite likely that Gen Grant is the one that does not want
to give an exchange--do you think that is so--can it be that he is willing
to let the men starve and die without result. I have almost come
to the conclusion that it is hardly possible that the things we send to
George can reach him (yet I propose to keep sending, hoping that a proportion
may do so.) and have for the last few days been trying to think of some
other way in which he might be relieved--I see by the papers of to-day
that a certain "Gen Haynes["] and another a first Lieut in a Michigan Reg
had arrived at Richmond from Danville to be specially exchanged--I have
heard that they are making such special exchanges every now and then when
the right "axe to grind" influence can be brought to bear--. . ." (1/31/65;
p. 100)
Did you see the tribune of to-day--It
had a long letter from Mr Richardson about the exchange of prisoners--I
thought strongly and well written--to-night's Evening Post extracts quite
a long passage from it. How horrible the whole thing is. It
does seem as if the Government could hardly dare to turn a deaf ear to
the call for an exchange--I wish you could write upon the same subject
and keep it before the reading public . . ." (2/3/65, pp. 102-103)
"On February 3, the New York Tribune devoted
two and a half columns to Albert D. Richardson's "Our Prisoners in the
South." Richardson had been imprisoned at Salisbury, North Carolina,
from February 3, 1864 to December 18, 1864, when he escaped. Richardson
not only argued that the Confederates were "deliberately killing" Union
men, but he also attacked the inactivity of "well-fed and well-clothed
Senators in their warm chamber . . . [and] cushioned chairs . . . I wish
they would look into those foul pens at Salisbury, which by a perversion
of the English tongue are called hospitals; . . . I wish they could look
on the dead cart with its rigid forms, piled upon each other like logs--the
stark swaying arms--the white, ghostly faces, with their dropped jaws and
their staring, stony yes-- . . . I think a few hours in the stillness of
that garrison . . . would change their view of the matter." (fn. 102-103)
"On February 22, 1865, George gained
his freedom as part of a general prisoner exchange. He was soon granted
a thirty-day furlough, which was extended, because of his poor health,
until about April 24. On his return to military duty he was assigned
command of a military prison in Alexandria, Virginia, where he remained
until July 27, 1865." (109)