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who manage to get a permit to visit some officer in the hospital, under a negro guard.
The prisoners are employed as laborers to empty vessels of provisions, coal, wood, etc., and to do all sorts of menial offices.
Their small rations are slightly increased as a reward, and they enjoy a respite from the rigid confinement.
They are glad to get on these working squads.
My brave men, one of whom is Wesley F. Moore, are true as steel, and, despite their sufferings and privations, are still hopeful of success, and resolved to remain faithful to the bitter end. I write them encouragingly, send them some tobacco, bought from the sutler, and urge them to remain faithful to their cause, and never despair of ultimate deliverance from prison, and the final success of the Southern Confederacy.
They are without comforts, deprived of the bare necessities of life even, and have no acquaintances or friends in the North upon whom they might call for needed relief.
Would that I could supply their pressing wants.
These resolute, suffering private soldiers and their comrades in the field are the true heroes of the war: they, and not the men of rank, deserve the most honor and gratitude.
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