THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
Gregg was a mortar battery; next to this was what the Yankees called an iron battery; further to our left, facing Charleston, was a large gun the Yanks called the "Swamp Angel"; and off to the right of our camp was the fleet of monitors with their guns all trained on our stockade prison, always ready shotted should we show the least sign of disobedience to the orders governing our prison. The guns on Battery Waggoner were arranged to sweep our camp from the rear, and the guns on Battery Gregg to rake our camp from the front. All these Federal batteries constantly drew the fire of our guns on Sumter, Johnson Island, Fort Moultrie and other forts guarding Charleston Harbor. The prison stockade was built of long pine poles driven in the sand and cleated together by pine boards. About the top of the high fence was a parapet, built that the negro guards might overlook our camp. This pen enclosed about two acres of sand. On the inside of the stockade fence, about ten feet from it,
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