burning it on; but according to our rule, I must cook for our mess once in three days. My feet were bare, and the rice or mush would boil over on them, and as I jumped back I was sure to land in some other fellow's fire.
Frank was one of the best friends a man ever had and would often take my place, but McHugh
was bound that I should learn the business.
October 1 the yellow fever broke out. Our guards were the first taken down, the captain and some of his men dying; then it struck the officers in the prison, and it was not thought safe to remain longer in Charleston
, so October 5 we were ordered to pack up and informed that we were to be removed to Columbia
Our squad did not go until the 6th, but they started us so early that we had no time to cook our rice.
As we left the prison I bought an apple dumpling of an old colored woman, and am ashamed to say that in my haste I forgot to return the spoon she loaned me to eat it with.
If she will send me her address I will send her a dozen as good as the one she lost.
We were sorry to leave Charleston
While it was called the “hot-bed of secession,” we had received the best treatment there of any place in the south.
Our guards were kind, and we were seldom taunted by the citizens.
We marched through the city, taking our baggage, and, as no two were dressed alike, were a queer-looking procession.
There were many Germans in the city, and as we had several officers in our party from that land, they were anxious to do them favors.
One had a bottle of whiskey and gave it to one of his countrymen when the guard was not looking.
Our comrade had on a rebel jacket, and as he indulged quite freely in the whiskey soon got returns and was fairly full,