mained in ranks until the officer of the day came 'round, when the corporal, or sergeant, saluted.
The salute was returned, when the officer made his report—so many in ranks and so many sick in the tents.
After this was done, we were dismissed and went to our quarters.
One of these negro corporals was formerly a slave who had run away from his master in South Carolina fourteen years before.
He was a kind-hearted negro, coal-black, and weighed about 200 pounds. He went by the name of Hill Harris.
For rations we were furnished with three army crackers per day, and a half-pint of soup.
The crackers were issued in the morning, and in the following manner: Two poles, eight or ten feet long, were attached one to either side of a cracker-box, forming a kind of hand-litter, which was borne by two negroes—one walking in front, the other behind.
As the box passed our tents, if no one was ready to receive the crackers, the corporal in charge would throw them to us, giving each his dai