During this time the cold had been so intense that the James had frozen over three times.
The rations had been much worse than ours.

The so-called soup had been diluted to a ridiculous thinness, and meat had wholly disappeared.
So intense became the craving for animal food, that one day when Lieutenant Boisseux--the Commandant--strolled into the camp with his beloved white bull-terrier, which was as fat as a Cheshire pig, the latter was decoyed into a tent, a blanket thrown over him, his throat cut within a rod of where his master was standing, and he was then skinned, cut up, cooked, and furnished a savory meal to many hungry men.
When Boisseux learned of the fate of his four-footed friend he was, of course, intensely enraged, but that was all the good it did him.
The only revenge possible was to sentence more prisoners to ride the cruel wooden horse which he used as a means of punishment.
Four of our company were already dead.

Jacob Lowry and John Beach were standing near the gate one day when some one snatched the guard's blanket from the post where he had hung it, and ran.

The enraged sentry leveled his gun and fired into the crowd.

The balls passed through Lowry's and Beach's breasts.