...d made me loathe myself as if an already rotting corpse. While a prisoner at Johnson's Island, in the spring of 1865, I became much interested in one of my fellow-prisoners, a Major McDaniel, of Georgia . He did not at first strike one as an impressive man. Indeed, if I recollect rightly, he had somewhat of an impediment in his speech and was not inclined to talk much; but there was a peculiar pith...