was coarse and nobody hungered for any more.
Some of the soldiers did like it and eat it; not to speak of rats and other small deer which the Louisianians, being Frenchmen, were said to prepare in many elegant styles for the table.
was thinking about forcing his way out, he had half a dozen fellows, men who looked like Mexicans or Indians
, cutting mule meat at the old depot of the Southern Railroad, and jerking it over slow fires to make it handy and lasting.
One morning, for trial, I bought a pound of mule meat at this market, and had it served at breakfast for the mess.
There was no need to try again.
On the day of the surrender, and only then, a ration of mule meat was actually issued; but nobody need eat it, as General Grant
issued abundant supplies of the best that his army had.
Another expedient, amiably intended by General Pemberton
to, reinforce his commissariat, became unhappily famous at the time by the name of pea bread.
It has been mentioned that part of the siege ration was the common stock pea. It occurred to the General
, or to some profound commissary, that this could be ground up and mixed with meal and issued as the “staff of life.”
But the scheme did not succeed for the best of reasons, to wit: that the meal part was cooked an hour or so before the pea part got well warmed.
The effects on the human system of a hash composed of corn bread and rare pea bread combined, may probably be imagined, without any inquiry of the doctors.
From that time the soldiers had their peas and meal served them at separate courses.
One great trouble in the trenches, not so great in the town, was the scarcity and bad quality of the water.
The use of the cisterns, on which the people in that country have to rely, was confined to the citizens necessarily; and the drink of the soldiers had to be hauled in barrels from the river.
It was muddy and warm, and not wholesome for many reasons, and caused many of the disorders which prevailed with effects so fatal.
As to spirituous drinks, I believe the city was as bare of them as Murphy
himself could wish.
rum, the poison that had once been so abundant, withdrew its consolations from the beleaguered city.
Of ice, also, there was never a pound in the city during all the war.
A state of siege fulfils, in more ways than would be imagined by the uninitiated, all that is involved in the suspension of civilization.
Its influences survive; its appliances vanish, The broader lines of the picture have been drawn; the instant danger, the hovering death, the troglodyte existence, the discomfort, hunger, exposure.
These are things which affect the needs of life; but to them men become