The trial lasted several days, and concluded with sentencing quite a large number to run the gauntlet, a smaller number to wear balls and chains, and the following six to be hanged: 

John Sarsfield, One Hundred and Forty-Fourth New York. 
William Collins, alias “Mosby,” Company D, Eighty-Eighth Pennsylvania,
Charles Curtis, Company A, Fifth Rhode Island Artillery. 
Patrick Delaney, Company E, Eighty-Third Pennsylvania. 
A. Muir, United States Navy. 
Terence Sullivan, Seventy-Second New York.

These names and regiments are of little consequence, however, as I believe all the rascals were professional bounty-jumpers, and did not belong to any regiment longer than they could find an opportunity to desert and join another.

Those sentenced to ball-and-chain were brought in immediately, and had the irons fitted to them that had been worn by some of our men as a punishment for trying to escape.

It was not yet determined how punishment should be meted out to the remainder, but circumstances themselves decided the matter.  Wirz became tired of guarding so large a number as Key had arrested, and he informed Key that he should turn them back into the Stockade immediately.  Key begged for little farther time to consider the disposition of the cases, but Wirz refused it, and ordered the Officer of the Guard to return all arrested, save those sentenced to death, to the Stockade.  In the meantime the news had spread through the prison that the Raiders were to be sent in again unpunished, and an angry mob, numbering some thousands, and mostly composed of men who had suffered injuries at the hands of the marauders, gathered at the South Gate, clubs in hand, to get such satisfaction as they could out of the rascals.  They formed in two long, parallel lines, facing inward, and grimly awaited the incoming of the objects of their vengeance.

The Officer of the Guard opened the wicket in the gate, and began forcing the Raiders through it—­one at a time—­at the point of the bayonet, and each as he entered was told what he already realized well—­that he must run for his life.  They did this with all the energy that they possessed, and as they ran blows rained on their heads, arms and backs.  If they could succeed in breaking through the line at any place they were generally let go without any further punishment.  Three of the number were beaten to death.  I saw one of these killed.  I had no liking for the gauntlet performance, and refused to have anything to do with it, as did most, if not all, of my crowd.  While the gauntlet was in operation, I was standing by my tent at the head of a little street, about two hundred feet from the line, watching what was being done.  A sailor was let in.  He had a large bowie knife concealed about his person somewhere, which he drew, and struck savagely with at his tormentors on either side.  They fell back from before him, but closed in behind