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Here is the stоry: "The Prisоn" Thоmаs hаd only been sixteen when he enlisted, but аlready tall, his easy lie about his age was quickly accepted, and he had joined the Union Army in May 1864. Now January 1865, Thomas had already turned seventeen, and without fanfare, for what do birthdays matter during the middle of a war? During his eight months as a solider, Thomas had not been involved in a single battle. Instead, he had been assigned as part of a supply team that had, at first, been taking shipments to trains that would carry them farther south. The men who saw the danger were the ones on those details. Then, three weeks ago, Thomas had been reassigned to one of those details in Memphis. His second foray into enemy lines was when he got captured. The supply detail had made it to Corinth, Mississippi when the wagon he and Big Tennessee were on had one of the mules go lame. With no other option, they cut the animal loose and were to wait in place while the rest of the detail proceeded the remaining mile to the outpost. They would return with a replacement mule. The detail had not been gone more than ten minutes when the Confederate soldiers came up behind them, took as much of the supplies as they could carry, then marched the men south to their own camp. Of course, Thomas had been scared to death, but Big Tennessee, to whom Thomas had taken an instant liking that the older man seemed to return, told him they should not meet with any harm. Lowly ranked though they were, chances were good they would be exchanged. That had not happened. Ulysses S. Grant had put a stop to prisoner exchanges in the hopes of expediting the end of the war. The offshoot of his command had resulted in overcrowding in prisons, which meant poorer conditions and less food for the inmates. An army would always feed its own before feeding its prisoners, and already, Thomas had started to feel the strains of a regularly empty stomach. Overcrowded was the only word that came to mind when he and the other men were led into Castle Morgan. The prison was small, even to his untrained eye, he could see that much, but inside it, there were thousands of men. They lay everywhere, and on nothing except their backs. They had no blankets to cover themselves, and nothing to prevent the cold ground from leeching out their warmth at night. As Thomas and Big Tennessee entered into the main building of the prison, the boy noticed men in the rafters, some asleep and others simply sitting watching them with an appraising eye. A Confederate guard walked up to the new men. Thomas noticed he did not even have a beard, belying his young age. “Don’t believe everything Henderson just told you,” the young guard said. “This place is pretty bad in its own right. The damn city floods, and when it does, that water comes right up into the place. I’m Seale, by the way. Corporal Seale to all of you.” “Well, Corporal Seale,” said Big Tennessee, “is that why those men are up in the rafters? I don’t see any water, so did someone forget to tell them they could come down?” “Nah,” said Seale. “They sleep there regular. Got tired of having to reclaim their spots after each flood, so now, they stay up there all the time. Don’t come down except to relieve themselves, to eat, and for roll call, which happens each morning and afternoon.” “You giving us the same advice?” asked Big Tennessee. “Find a place in the rafters?” “Where you sleep is up to you,” said Seale. “But it rains often around here in January. River flooded recently, though, so maybe you’re good for a while. Up to you, though, where you sleep. Just know, some folks get territorial about their spots. They’ll fight you for them.” “Sounds like the old folks at church back home,” said Big Tennessee. “Sit in their pew, and they’ll let you know quick it’s already taken.” Seale laughed, and when he did, his eyes twinkled with youthful mirth. “Sounds like some folks at my church,” said Seale. “But then, I’ve learned that folks are about the same no matter where you go. Fact is, there isn’t that much difference between the two sides. Except yours is wrong.” “That’s almost true,” said Big Tennessee. “Except we’re fighting to end you abusing those slaves any longer.” Seale stopped laughing. “I ain’t ever owned or abused a slave,” said Seale, his voice taking on a harder tone. “My family is dirt poor. I only joined this damn war for the money it brought in. I’ve got three younger sisters and a widowed mother to take care of back home.” Big Tennessee just looked at him. Both men appraised one another, but deciding circumstances had dictated the current situation without any other options, they let it go. “Any of those sisters pretty?” asked Big Tennessee. “I might be in the market for a wife if I survive this hell hole.” “They’re all cute as speckled pups,” grinned Seale. “But won’t do to put your mind that way. Oldest ain’t but nine.” “Just my luck,” said Big Tennessee, and the two let the matter drop. “I better get on with my duties,” said Seale. “Word of advice, though. Watch that group over in the far right corner. Nothing good will come from tangling up with them.” “That right?” said Big Tennessee. “Well, Corporal Seale, won’t much good come from them tangling with me either.” Seale looked the big man up and down, let out a low whistle, and grinned. “Expect you’re about right there,” he said, then started to walk away. He turned back, then exclaimed, “Oh, and give Jones a wide berth.” “Whose Jones?” Thomas spoke up for the first time. “You’ll find out soon enough,” said Seale, then he walked away. Thomas could see the men Seale had warned them about. They were a rough looking group of six men. One of them was staring back at them, seemingly measuring them up. “Men like that in every prison,” said Big Tennessee. “They’ll come at us tonight. Try to rob us blind of anything we got, which isn’t much more than our clothes at this point. Still, I’d like to keep mine. Hard to find boots in my size.” “What’ll we do?” asked Thomas. “When they come at us?” “Teach them not to come at us again,” said Big Tennessee. “That’s what. We’ll stick together, though. You and me. Two is harder to take on than one.” True, thought Thomas, and with that, the men moved further into the interior to look for a place to claim as their own. *** Big Tennessee had been right about the band of ruffians. They had come in the night to steal from the men, but they had steered clear of the big man and Thomas. Thomas figured it had something to do with Tennessee’s size, and who could blame them? It was three days before they came at him. He was alone at the time, for Tennessee had been out on a work detail felling trees in the nearby woods to help keep the fires burning. Thomas had been nodding off in a corner by himself when three of the men attacked him at once. Although Thomas had shouted for aid, no one came. The other soldiers did not want to fall on the wrong side of these men’s notice, and thereby become potential victims themselves. Though he had fought as best he could, the three overpowered him. He had gotten in a few blows, but when the smallest one landed a solid kick in Thomas’s side, Thomas stopped fighting. The crunch of his rib breaking had been loud, but the pain drummed through his body, and he went into a mild form of shock. Luckily, they only got his jacket, but Thomas needed it dearly if he hoped to stay warm inside this frozen place. He had always heard it never got cold in the South, but that simply was not the case. He had never been so cold, and now, without his jacket, his situation was much worse. When Tennessee came back that afternoon, he found Thomas where the boy had fallen. His breathing was ragged, and the boy appeared to be in a lot of pain. Thomas explained what happened, and the first thing Tennessee did was walk over to the men who had beaten up Thomas and gotten the jacket back. The small one who had kicked Thomas was wearing it, but when Tennessee walked up to him, the smile disappeared from the man’s face. He boldly told the big man it was his jacket and always had been. That is when Tennessee punched him straight in the nose, and while the man tried to stifle the bleeding, the big man yanked him around and pulled the jacket of his frame. His compatriots looked like they considered making a move, but the look faded quickly. None of them wanted to tangle with Tennessee. Thomas could not put his jacket back on without Tennessee’s help, and as his winces increased with each movement, Tennessee began to wonder if the broken rib had perhaps punctured the boy’s lung. Luckily, he saw Corporal Seale milling about, so he approached him and explained the situation. Not unsympathetic to Thomas’s plight, he got permission for the boy to go to the hospital. Within the hour, the boy was in a cot, starring up into green eyes in the most beautiful face of any woman he had ever seen before. DIRECTIONS: If you were to write this paper, write a rough outline for how you would complete it. You should attempt to fill in the blanks in the outline below. 1. Main Point 1: Setting--Time A. Example from story:_________________________________________________ B. Explanation:_________________________________________________________ 2. Main Point 2: Setting--Place A. Example from story:_________________________________________________ B. Explanation:_________________________________________________________
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