One day they obtained a shin bone with a little meat on it, and were going to have a grand dinner.
I was invited as their special guest.
They had some rice and made dumplings out of their corn-meal
was cook, but we sat around to rake the fire and make suggestions.
We would taste of it as it boiled, and could hardly wait for the captain to pronounce it cooked.
The kettle rested on two sticks, and just as we were getting ready to take it from the fire the back stick burned in two and over went the soup.
We looked at each other for five minutes without speaking, then I arose, said I guessed I would not stop to dinner, and went back to my quarters a hungry, broken-hearted man.
The officers were constantly escaping.
Every night the guard would fire, and while no one was wounded we knew some one had passed out. The rebels called the roll or counted us every day. This was done by driving all to the dead line and counting from right to left.
After the right had been counted we would skip down through the camp and fall in on the left.
In that way we made our number good, but so many were recaptured and brought — back that they mistrusted what we were doing, and made us stand in line until all were counted.