[CHAPTER XXXIX.]
JULY--THE PRISON BECOMES MORE CROWDED, THE WEATHER HOTTER, NATIONS POORER, AND MORTALITY GREATER--SOME OF THE PHENOMENA OF SUFFERING AND DEATH.
[CHAPTER XL.]
THE BATTLE OF THE 22D OF JULY--THE ARMS OF THE TENNESSEE ASSAULTED FRONT AND REAR--DEATH OF GENERAL MCPHERSON--ASSUMPTION OF COMMAND BY GENERAL LOGAN--RESULT OF THE BATTLE.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
(The Skipped Numbers were drawings unsuitable for copying.)
[36. Killing Lice by Singeing]
[37. Stripping the Dead for Clothes]
[38. A Plymouth Pilgrim]
[40. Midnight Attack of the Raiders]
[41. Ignominious End of a Tunnel Enterprize]
[42. Tunneling]
[43. Tattooing the Tunnel Traitor]
[44. Overpowering a Guard]
[45. A Master of the Hounds]
[46. Hounds Tearing a Prisoner]
[47. Shot at the Creek by the Guard]
[48. Cooking Mush]
[49. Seitz on Horseback]
[50. Finding Seitz Dead]
[51. A Case of Scurvy]
[52. Confiscating Soft Soap]
[63. Religious Services]
[54. The Priest Anointing the Dying]
[55. Raider Fight with one of Ellett's Marine Brigade]
[56. Key Bluffing His Would-be Assassins]
[67. Rebel Artillerists Training the Cannon on the Prison]
[58. Overthrow of the Raiders]
[59. Arrest of Pete Donnelly]
[60. Death of the Sailor]
[61. Execution of the Raiders]
[63. Sergeant A. R, Hill, 100th O. V. I.]
[63. "Spanking" a Thief]
[64. The Wounded Illinois Sergeant]
[65. The Idiotic Flute-Player]
[66. One of Sherman's "Veterans"]
[67. "You Hear Me"]
[68. Logan Taking Command of the Army of the Tennessee]
[69. Death of M'Pherson]
[70. The Work of a Shell]
[71. The Fight for the Flag]
[72. In the Rifle-pit After the Battle]
[73. Taken In]
CHAPTER XXI.
DIMINISHING RATIONS--A DEADLY COLD RAIN--HOVERING OVER PITCH PINE FIRES --INCREASE ON MORTALITY--A THEORY OF HEALTH.
The rations diminished perceptibly day by day. When we first entered we each received something over a quart of tolerably good meal, a sweet potato, a piece of meat about the size of one's two fingers, and occasionally a spoonful of salt. First the salt disappeared. Then the sweet potato took unto itself wings and flew away, never to return. An attempt was ostensibly made to issue us cow-peas instead, and the first issue was only a quart to a detachment of two hundred and seventy men. This has two-thirds of a pint to each squad of ninety, and made but a few spoonfuls for each of the four messes in the squad. When it came to dividing among the men, the beans had to be counted. Nobody received enough to pay for cooking, and we were at a loss what to do until somebody suggested that we play poker for them. This met general acceptance, and after that, as long as beans were drawn, a large portion of the day was spent in absorbing games of "bluff" and "draw," at a bean "ante," and no "limit."
After a number of hours' diligent playing, some lucky or skillful player would be in possession of all the beans in a mess, a squad, and sometimes a detachment, and have enough for a good meal.