These two letters were the last written by soldiers in the 18th Michigan. They were shared by Gene Eric Salecker, author of Disaster on the Mississippi, a heartrending account of the sinking of the Sultana on April 27, 1865.

The following two letters were written by Sgt. Thomas J. Hinds, Co. K, 18th MI Inf. while at the parole camp set up four miles outside of Vicksburg, MS, after his release from Cahaba Prison, AL.

Sent by: Richard Greene, P.O. Box 411, Coulterville, IL, 62237 (August 31, 1995)

Vixburg, Miss. March 25, 1865

My Dear Mother and Father,

as I have an oportunity of writing to you this morning I will improve it  I got a pass this morning to come to town and am now writing from the Christian Room  it is good thing for they furnish paper and stamps for all we wish to write  this is the first time that I have had sight of this great Missippi River  it is the greatest wonder how Grant ever took this place for it is one fortress  we have a nice camp now  we have the shelter tents  we have plenty to eat but have not drawn any clothing yet but will in a few days  there is no talk of us geting Exchange soon  we are only Paroled as yet and how soon we will get home or to our regt I am not able to say but I hope soon for I am tiard of this kind of life  we are under the charge of the Rebs yet  Lieut Colonel Henderson from the Reb army is in charge of us yet  we can not come to town without his consent  it is hard and in sight of our own flag but maby it is fair  the reason of the rebs fetching us here is they could not feed us any more  they are the nearest plaid out of any thing I have saw lately  they are worse than my old shoes and they are good for nothing  I am in hope to see you all if I can get my pays  I shal have now 10 months at dolars besides $50 for clothing  our time is out in five months from tomorow the 26th  it will not be long to wait if I can not come sooner  I have not more at this time but will write soon again  from your son

Thomas J. Hinds

Parole Camp, Vicksburg, Miss.,

April 8, 1865

Uncle James: - 

The train just came in, and brought me three letters from California, Michigan. I thank you kindly for writing to me so promptly, and am glad you have so good an idea of a Southern prison. You may truly say, I congratulate you on your escape from the ‘Jaws of Hell,’ for that is what the best informed prisoners call that place, but when I describe Cahawba to you, you will hardly believe my statement. You wished a detailed account of our captivity and imprisonment. We were captured the 24th of September by Forrest, the old grey eyed D–1 after fighting ten times our number for five hours; they were on our right, left, rear and front, raining a continuous shower of lead upon us; we used the bayonet to run them off with, and lead to hold them to the ground which they polluted with their foul carcases [sic], but we had officers as true as steel, and brave as lions, that led us on to the hungry hounds. We fought to within thirty rods of a fort, a strong one too, that a Col. Campbell had command of; (He disgraced the quadruped he is named after.) Forrest came to him, and told him, Col. C., that if he did not surrender the fort without fighting, he would make another Fort Pollow [sic] scrape of it, and so scared Campbell that he surrendered, with enough men, white and black, to have held the fort until we could have come to him, which we had almost done when we were forced to surrender. Three hundred and fifty-six men of the 18th Michigan and 102nd Ohio, all told were the number that fought Forrest’s command; but enough of that.

After capture, we were stripped of all our blankets, and rations from our haversacks, or all together, and they took the boots from off our feet; hats off our heads, and buttons off our coats too.

They marched us from 25, to 30 miles a day till they reached an old railroad, put us on board 12 old freight cars to carry us to the confederate states; a dirty lousy Reb. for a conductor, he run seven of the cars all to smash, killed one Yankee and hurt several, but God was on our side, and hurt more of the Rebel guards than of the prisoners. We reached the prison the 5th of October, 11 days on what they called 4 days rations, wormy, hard crackers and poor beef. The prison is an old cotton-house made of brick and a stockade enclosing about an acre of ground and there were 2,300 of us in there – rather thick for comfort, and about 1/8 only of the building was covered, consequently a large number had to lay down on the ground, with no covering of any kind, not a rag of blanket to cover them with, exposed to all the rains and cold, and no fire at that, not enough at times to cook our  for them? And they call themselves a Christian people, and to talk to us about the ‘barbarities of the ruthless foe,’ call us damn Yankees. I had no blanket of any kind from time I was captured until the 20th of December, and no stockings, or drawers, and was well off compared to many; men did freeze to death the night of December 20th. We had blankets sent to us by the Washburne, and the 25th, Christmas, we got clothing except shirts, and they were comfortable and happy. The 21st of January, the boys overpowered the guard, took their arms and tried to escape, but could not do it, for a number of reasons.

In consequence of this meeting, as the commanding officer of the prison called it, all rations were stopped for three days; from Thursday noon till Sunday noon we had to fast; - $ 50, Confederate money was offered for one loaf of corn bread. During the time fasting, we 2,300 prisoners stripped as naked as we came into the world, and marched before a lot of Rebel officers, to see if any bayonet wounds could be found on them, but the Guard did not hurt anyone much; they found eight that they put in a dungeon, on bread and water for sixty days. After they found them we got rations again. After the leaders of that affair were punished, and many orders were read to us, about what would be done if the like was undertaken again we got along well untill [sic] the 27th of February when the waters of the Alabama river raised out of its banks and came into the prison; It came in the night of the 27th and before the night of the 28th, three feet of water was in the prison, the water continued to raise until the 4th of March, they took some of the prisoners to Selina, and the rest of us had to get logs, and boards to build places to keep out the water, the Rebels came in little boats to see us, the water was four feet deep in the lower part of the prison, but we lived until the 6th of March, when they called us out, and told us we were going to Vicksburg for exchange, but the Rebels lied to us so much that we did not believe them until we crossed the Pearl river at Jackson, then we breathed free and have since.

Sherman has made his march all the way from Vicksburg to Jackson, the chimneys are all that’s left of the houses; Sherman in the man and Grant too, is the biggest trump; The sound of 100 guns has hardly ceased to vibrate over the glad tidings of the fall of Richmond, and Petersburg; all good, and confirmed too; things is almost played out, and some of the Rebs are getting their just dues in the lower regions.

When I commenced this, I hadn’t intended to write such a letter as this, but please let some of the young heads help you pick it out and digest its contents * * * * I shall probably get a letter from Henry tomorrow, and then I must write to others: You may think some of this rather hard to take, but true, and we fared well, very well, compared to the Andersonville prisoners; the half of suffering has not been told yet, nor can ye know till the 1,300 graves of the noble braves of the dreadful Andersonville reveal the truths to the broken hearts of friends at the north. Someone will have to answer for this * * I don’t know whether I will come home before my time is out, or not, but I hope to see you all by and by. Hoping to hear from you soon again, and that this may interest some of my friends, and each may share a portion of my best wishes; Aunt Mary and the girls, and the rest too, I am

Yours respectfully,

Albert W. Lawrence

Parole Camp Vicksburg, Miss.

“Letter Written in ’65 Graphic Description of Rebel Prison,” Lansing [MI] State Journal, June 1, 1917, p. 8.