. Vier Jahre in der Stonewall Brigade [elektronische Ressource] . Sie würden dort liegen, bis sie starben, oder fast tot waren, und dann auf einer Bahre ins Krankenhaus gebracht werden zu dieser Zeit sollten die Erkrankten so einen Halt an ihnen haben, dass sie mit Sicherheit sterben würden. Aber nur wenige wurden gesund. Von achtzig Gefangenen, die sich in den Zellen befanden, starben in dreißig Tagen oder waren krank im Krankenhaus. Ich sagte dem Sergeant eines Morgens, dass ich wassick und wollte zum Arzt gehen. Es war nichts mit mir los, aber ich wollte aus Neugier heraus gehen, und einen Spaziergang und etwas Übung machen. Er nahm mich mit, mit einer Anzahl von ofo

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. Four years in the Stonewall Brigade [electronic resource] . they would lie there until they died, orwere nearly dead, and then be carried to thehospital on a stretcher By that time the diseasewould have such a hold on them that they werealmost sure to die. But few got well. Out ofeighty prisoners that were in the cells, fortydied or were sick in the hospital in thirty days. I told the sergeant one morning that I wassick and wanted to go the doctor. There wasnothing the matter with me, but I wanted to goout of curiosity, and to have a walk and someexercise. He took me along, with a number ofothers, and we had to stand on a long porch inthe cold until the doctor got through with hisbreakfast, which I thought, was about one hour.Finally, when he came and examined us, andasked me what was the matter with me, I toldhim I had the itch, as a great many had thatcomplaint, and it was the best excuse that Icould offer. He gave me some medicine for it, which I threw away on my way back to my cell.That was the last time I volunteered to go tothe hospital.. THE STONEWALL BRIGADE. 435 One night about midnight, they opened thedoor of our cell and put a fellow in who wasyelling and screaming and crying like he wasscared to death. He laid down on the floor andkept crying and moaning at a terrible rate. Webegan to make sport of him, and wanted toknow what regiment he belonged to. He saidhis name was James Glenn Gatelow and that hedid not belong to the army at all, and he neverdone nothing, and he did not know what theyput him in there for. Finally we found out all about him. He wasan idiot they had picked up near Winchester be-cause he had some soldiers clothes on. He wasmore a fit subject for a lunatic asylum than aprison like that. But we had a great deal ofsport out of him while he remained in prison. XXVI. The Loiisiaxxa Skkukast—Relraced FromtheCells—A Xew Provost Marshal—End of Black Jac.k —Working in Prison—Chew of Tobacco for a •JJad-tack —Making- Rings, Breast

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