Propping this up nearly upright before the fire, it was soon nicely browned over.

This process made it sweat itself loose from the tin, when it was turned over and the bottom browned also.

Save that it was destitute of salt, it was quite a toothsome bit of nutriment for a hungry man, and I recommend my readers to try making a "pone" of this kind once, just to see what it was like.
The supreme indifference with which the Rebels always treated the matter of cooking utensils for us, excited my wonder.

It never seemed to occur to them that we could have any more need of vessels for our food than cattle or swine.

Never, during my whole prison life, did I see so much as a tin cup or a bucket issued to a prisoner.