Coal Island
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Description
After the battle of Gettysburg Confederate prisoners are marched west to Lake Superior where they are interred on a small island near the northern shore of Wisconsin. Faced with a rapidly approaching winter isolated from help or rescue, the prisoners and guards must learn to cooperate to survive. Unfortunately, between the danger of a ruthless Union lieutenant and a legendary creature, the prisoners must fight to survive.
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- Status
- Hiatus
- Year
- 2024
- Author
- RABuehre
Royal Road Stats
- Rating
- 1.0/ 5.0
- Views
- 8,283
Chapters(82 total)
- Sixty twoOct 13, 2024
- Sixty oneOct 13, 2024
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- Fifty twoOct 13, 2024
- Fifty oneOct 13, 2024
- FiftyOct 11, 2024
- Forty nineOct 11, 2024
- Forty eightOct 11, 2024
- Forty sevenOct 11, 2024
- Forty sixOct 11, 2024
- Forty fiveOct 11, 2024
- Forty fourOct 11, 2024
- Forty threeOct 11, 2024
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- majikssRoyal Road★ 1.0Bring the good old boys! we'll sing another song,
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along;
Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were .
CHORUS
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the !
Hurrah! Hurrah! the that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
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How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.
(CHORUS)
Yes, and there were who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.
(CHORUS)
"'s dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"
So the saucy said, and 'twas a handsome boast,
Had they not forgotten, alas! to reckon with the host,
While we were marching through Georgia.
(CHORUS)
So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude—three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching through Georgia.