"Now white folks here's a moral: There's nothin' true below,
This world am but a 'tater patch, de debbil has the hoe;
Ebery one sees trouble here, go you near and far,
But the most unlucky debbil am the prisoner of war."
These lines give in a crude way, a pretty correct account of the doings in the prison barracks.
I preserved a copy of Prison rules, which follows:
PRISON RULES
"Headquarters, Fort Delaware, Del.,
July 8, 1864.