ving Berryville, many of the prisoners became so footsore that they walked barefooted the rest of the journey.
Many, too, began to be afflicted, first with constipation, and afterwards with chronic diarrhea, which ultimately caused the death of a large number.
At Winchester they put us into an old building under a strong guard, where they issued a ration of wormy hard-tack to us, which we devoured, and then stretched ourselves upon the bare floor.
From Winchester we were marched to Staunton, Va., and bivouacked on a high hill.
Here they dealt us out a ration of mouldy hard-tack and a small piece of bacon,—a mite for starving men, but a God-send, small as it was, though crawling with animated nature.
We remained at Staunton two or three days, when they marched us to the railroad station and packed some five hundred of us so closely into boxcars that we could scarcely raise our arms.
A guard stood at each door ready to shoot or bayonet the first man who should attempt to esca