These were the comfortable quarters promised.
The wood and water were outside the lines, and we had to wait our turn to go out. No sinks were provided, and only twelve men were allowed out at a time.
It was terrible.
Nearly every man in prison suffered from diarrhea.
It was no uncommon sight to see one hundred men standing in line; many were obliged to remain there nearly all the time.
We were in this condition for more than a week, then eight axes
and ten shovels
were given the fifteen hundred prisoners, and the guard line was extended an hour a day, to give us a chance to cut wood and gather brush for shelter.
Our little mess located under a tree, and our rule was that one should always be at home; but for some cause one day all were absent for a few moments, and when we returned could not find where we lived, as our tree had been cut down.
We had heard much of the sunny south, and did not expect cold weather, but the night of October 9 was so cold that we could not sleep, and a white frost covered the ground in the morning.
Our rations were in keeping with the place.
A pint of corn-meal
, bitter and half bran, a day, and a pint of sorghum molasses for five days. We named the prison Camp Sorghum.
Many could not draw the molasses, having nothing to put it in, but my old pitcher worked in handy for that purpose.
As soon as possible we began to build huts.
We increased our mess to five, one having a blanket.
We dug a hole in the ground two feet deep, covered it with poles set up on ends, then with brush, and outside a coating of dirt.
This was first rate when it did not rain, but as soon as the dirt became wet it would soak through the brush and drop on us as we tried to sleep.
At night four would lie down, then