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.
Information
- Status
- Hiatus
- Year
- 2024
- Author
- RABuehre
Royal Road Stats
- Rating
- 1.0/ 5.0
- Views
- 8,283
Chapters(82 total)
- Twenty twoSep 29, 2024
- Twenty oneSep 29, 2024
- TwentySep 27, 2024
- NineteenSep 27, 2024
- EighteenSep 27, 2024
- SeventeenSep 27, 2024
- SixteenSep 27, 2024
- FifteenSep 22, 2024
- FourteenSep 22, 2024
- ThirteenSep 22, 2024
- TwelveSep 22, 2024
- ElevenSep 22, 2024
- TenSep 22, 2024
- NineSep 22, 2024
- EightSep 22, 2024
- SevenSep 22, 2024
- SixSep 22, 2024
- FiveSep 22, 2024
- FourSep 16, 2024
- ThreeSep 16, 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.