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se in charge of our armies so desired. Many of the men lying on the wet ground by night, and sitting on it by day, had contracted colds that settled on their lungs. Hundreds had that peculiar cough and that brightness of the cheek and eye, that told us that consumption had set in; and that if they were not soon exchanged they would be beyond the reach of cartel. Many who had despaired of ever getting well, were anxious to go home that they might die among friends. One day, early in March, an order was read at the gate, that declared that a general exchange of prisoners had been agreed upon, and that they would begin at once and empty the prisons in Virginia and Carolina first, and would probably reach Andersonville in two weeks, or ten days. This news threw the camp into a wild excitement, though I must confess that many of us did not believe it. We had been deceived too often, and this sounded so good that we suspected it was being done to make us docile while they wer
hich we spread over mine, and as the holes hardly ever came in both at the same place one patched the other bravely. He had a wooden bucket which he had made, that would hold a quart; an old sock, which we used for a meal-sack when we drew our rations; it was one of those old regulation woolen socks, but it proved to be a very useful article in our household economy. Then he had his toothpick tools, and we became partners in that industry. About four o'clock one day, toward the last of March, two long trains stopped at the station. A guard was detailed in a hurry. The counting-sergeants came in and ordered us to get ready to go out at once. How many are you going to take? Every ----has to be out a-foah mawnin‘! We guessed at once that Wilson was coming our way, so we asked- Where's Wilson's raiders? He answered in one long word that sounded like, Damifino! --which we interpreted to mean that he didn't wish to tell. We passed the word around our part of t