|report from Captain J.W. Norton|
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|Author||Captain J.W. Norton|
|Game(s)||Alone in the Dark (1992)|
- THE TALE
- THE TALE
- of the Army
- of the Union
June 17, 1862. The South was in
collapse. Louisiana was open to us. I
had, each day, to requisition victuals for
our troops, and was aided in this
endeavour by a score of brave men. The
rebels were not yet ready to lay down
their arms. The region was far from
safe. I headed further and further west
and questioned many freed slaves.
From them I learned of a plantation
on the coast. Its name was Derceto.
We received a less than hearty welcome.
Only Pickford, the owner, behaved in
a friendly manner. While my men
counted cattle and grain reserves, I
learned what I could from him. The
man was most unusual and possessed an
extraordinarily cultured mind. At
nightfall, I gave orders for the men to
bivouac at Derceto. Pickford invited
my second in command, lieutenant
Patterson, and myself to dine.
The evening was splendid and our host
proved a most entertaining
conversationalist. While coffee was
being served, Patterson went to inspect
the men’s camp. The cigar Pickford
offered me was so acrid that my head
began to spin.
I remembered camp-fire tales of fellow
officers trapped by devilish Confederate
tricks. My mind floated in a foul and
dense fog, from which emerged the
enlarged and deformed face of
Pickford. He grinned at me.
Patterson’s return chased off the
nightmare. I heard shouts and firing
from outside and found the strength to
take out my revolver. I fired three
shots. Pickford fell to the floor.
Patterson then helped me out of the
burning house. The air was filled with
smoke. We resembled a company in
disorderly retreat. I saw slaves leaping
into the flames of that inferno. They
were trying to save Pickford’s life.