drawers, shirts, handkerchiefs and a few dressing gowns.
There was enough for one article to each officer, and we drew them by lots.
was lucky, as he drew a dressing gown, and his clothing being worn out he used it for a full suit.
He had been sick, and his hair had fallen from his head; he looked like the “priest all shaven and shorn” as he walked about the prison.
I was not so fortunate, as I drew only a handkerchief.
The wardrobes of all required replenishing.
I wore the same shirt I had on when captured, and although it had not been washed oftener than was necessary it was too thin for comfort.
My light blue pants were worn at the knees and fringed at the bottoms, so I cut off the skirts of my dark blue coat to repair them.
My hat was open at the top and the rim was nearly separated from the crown.
I found an old piece of tent and made a new crown, and with the thread raveled out of the canvas sewed on the rim. My boots were worn out, and my feet were bare.
No meat of any kind was issued to us at Columbia
, but we drew some one day quite unexpectedly.
A wild boar rushed out of the woods.
It passed the guard and came into camp.
Every one was after it, and Captain Brown
of a Pennsylvania regiment threw himself on the back of the hog and with his knife cut its throat.
Without waiting to dress it, he began cutting off pieces and throwing them to the crowd.
The smell of fried pork soon pervaded the camp, and in fifteen minutes after the boar passed the guard every particle was devoured.
Once in a while an officer would trade for a little meat, and while they did not entertain company frequently they sometimes gave banquets.