the engines would go rushing past the prison.
These events were very pleasant to us and the more frequent the shells came the louder we would cheer.
At times they would burst over us and pieces would fall in the yard.
The guards were nearly frightened to death, as they were “new issue” and had never been under fire before; we would have felt a little easier if they had gone farther up town, but acted as though we liked it.
While at the Marine
I had a streak of good luck.
We were American citizens and believed in the right of petitions.
One day those who had their money taken from them at Richmond
drew up a petition and forwarded it to the rebel commander, setting forth the fact that the money had been taken, and the promise that it should be returned, and praying him to interest himself in our behalf.
We expected that we should never hear from it again, but in about a week fifteen received their money and I was one of the number.
The rest they said would soon come, but it never did. I exchanged twenty dollars, receiving seven and a half confederate for one.
My first purchase was a fine-tooth comb,--an article that could be used to advantage,--which cost me ten dollars, a quart of sweet potatoes for two dollars, and ten small onions for fifty cents each.
We tried hard to be prudent and not forget that we had once been poor, but our wants were so many that in three days the one hundred and fifty dollars were all gone, and all we had to show was our comb and a darning needle.
But our health was improved; we had eaten some of the potatoes raw, and those with the onions had helped our scurvy.
Prisoners were constantly coming into Charleston
from various places, and exchange stock was often high.