. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . o our legs and feet most look like ? Give it up, Jack, said I. Why — darning needles stuck in pumpkin seeds, of course. I never heard a better comparison for our wasted limbs. The effects of the great bodily emaciation were sometimesvery startling. Buys of a fleshy habitwould change so in a few weeks as to loseall resemblance to their former selves, andcomrades who came into pr
. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . o our legs and feet most look like ? Give it up, Jack, said I. Why — darning needles stuck in pumpkin seeds, of course. I never heard a better comparison for our wasted limbs. The effects of the great bodily emaciation were sometimesvery startling. Buys of a fleshy habitwould change so in a few weeks as to loseall resemblance to their former selves, andcomrades who came into prison laterwould utterly fail to recognize fat men, as most large men, diedin a little while after enterino:, thouffhthere were exceptions. One of thesewas a boy of my own company, namedGeorge Ilillicks. George had shot upwithin a few years to over six feet inhight, and then, as such boys occasionallydo, had, after enlisting with us, taken onsuch a development of flesh that we nick-named him the Giant, and he became apretty good load for even the strongesthorse. George held his flesh throughBelle Isle, and the earlier Aveeks in Andersonville, but June,July, and August fetched him, as the boys said. He. rLAGSTAfF. 8T0KT OF llEEEL MILITAliY riiiSONS. 339 seemed to melt away like an icicle on a Spring day, and hegrew so thin that his hight seemed preternatural. We calledhim Flagstaff, and craclced all sorts of jokes about puttingan insulator on his head, and setting him up for a telegraphpole, braiding his legs and using him for a whip lash, lettinghis hair grow a little longer, and trading him off to the Rebelsfor a sponge and staff for the artillery, etc. We all expectedhim to die, and looked continually for the development of thefatal scurvy symptoms, which were to seal iiis doom. But heworried through, and came out at last in good shape, a happyresult due as much as to anything else to his having in ChesterHay ward, of Prairie City, 111.,— one of the most devotedc
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