. 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 . a pint of unsalted corn meal per diem. Finding that the doctors issued red pepper for diarrhea, andan imitation of sweet oil made from peanuts, for the gangrenoussores above described, I reported to them an imaginary comrade in my tent, whose symptomsindicated those remedies, andsucceeded in drawing a smallquantity of each, two or threetimes a week. The red pepperI used to warm
. 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 . a pint of unsalted corn meal per diem. Finding that the doctors issued red pepper for diarrhea, andan imitation of sweet oil made from peanuts, for the gangrenoussores above described, I reported to them an imaginary comrade in my tent, whose symptomsindicated those remedies, andsucceeded in drawing a smallquantity of each, two or threetimes a week. The red pepperI used to warm up our breadand mush, and give some differ-ent taste to the corn meal, whichhad now become so loathsometo us. The peanut oil served togive a hint of the animal foodwe hungered for. It was greasy,and as we did not have anymeat for three months, even thisflimsy substitute was inexpress-ibh^ grateful to palate and stom-ach. But one morning the Hos-pital Steward made a mistake,and gave me castor oil instead,and the consequences were un-pleasant. A more agreeable remem-brance is that of two small apples,about the size of walnuts, given me by a boy named HenryClay Montague Porter, of the Sixteenth Connecticut. He had. CORPORAL CALVIN BATES. Company E, Twentieth Maine. {From a photograph taken after his arrival atAnnapolis ] A 6T0BY OF KEBEL MILlTAlCl riilbU^S. 5i9 relatives living in Korth Carolina, who sent him a small packageof eatables, out of which, in the fulness of his generous heart,he gave me this share—enough to make me always rememberhim with kindness. Speaking of eatables reminds me of an incident. Joe Dar-ling, of the First Maine, our Chief of Police, had a sister livingat Augusta, Ga., who occasionally came to Florence with abasket of food and other necessaries for her brother. On oneof these journeys, while sitting in Colonel Iversons tent, wait-ing for her brother to be brought out of prison, she picked outof her basket a nicely browned doughnut and handed it to the
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