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[354] Monday. I was very hungry by this time, having eaten nothing since I was shot Friday.

I called a servant to my ‘bunk’ and told him I wanted something to eat, that I was starving to death. He said: ‘I am sorry for you, but you will have to do without until regular breakfast.’ I then called for the ward-master. I made an earnest appeal to him, but without any success. He said: ‘It is positively against the rules, etc.’ I told him that it was hard, but I guessed I could stand it. Breakfast came about 7 o'clock. The servants waited on me nicely and brought me in plenty to eat. My wardmaster was a wholesouled and jolly kind of a fellow. I became very much attached to him. His name was Caldwell and he belonged to the First Georgia regulars. My earnest appeals for something to eat the night I was brought in caused him to become very much attached to me. Frequently the servants would fail to bring me enough to eat.


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