while out, and I felt if Moore
got it the negroes who had assisted us would suffer, so I gave it to him.
Soon after Moore
came in. He swore at us collectively, by detachments and individually.
Looking at me he said, “I swear you look like the breaking up of a hard winter.”
He drew us into line and the picking began.
Frank had a corps badge that he had made while at Charleston
; it was cut out of bone, and was the work of days, but it had to go. As the Tennesseean came to me he said, “That cuss isn't worth picking,” and passed me by. From the men they took everything; pictures of friends at home, and when it was a picture of a lady, coarse remarks would be made.
After all the articles had been taken from their pockets, the order was given to take off pants, blouses and shoes, and when we were turned back into the pen they were nearly naked.
The pen was very filthy; the mules had recently vacated, and it had not been cleaned.
said, “Make yourselves as miserable as possible, and I hope to God not one of you will be alive in the morning.”
Gangs of the roughs came in and tried to trade.
One of the boys came to me, saying, “I have a watch that they did not find; one of these men says he will give four blankets for a watch, and I think I had better let him have it, as we shall freeze to death here.”
I assured him that he would lose his watch and get no blankets, but he was so cold he could not resist the temptation, and gave the fellow the watch.
When he came in again he asked for the blankets.
The wretch knocked him down and kicked him; that was all he received for the watch.
My galvanized friend turned up again and said they were coming after my jacket,--that they wanted the buttons.
I took it off and laid it under another man. Soon they came