...e. Corn bread is gitting pretty mouldy down in Libby. I said I guessed not. It was my intention to whistle as loud the last day as I did the first. Oh, I have heard lots of you fellows talk, but Dick Turner soon fixes them, was his reply. This was the first promise of starvation. We moved forward and soon stood in front of Libby prison. I could almost read over the door, He who enters here leav...