Each of these six was provided with a white sack, such as the Rebels brought in meal in.

Two Corporals of my company--"Stag" Harris and Wat Payne--were appointed to pull the stays from under the platform at the signal.
A little after noon the South Gate opened, and Wirz rode in, dressed in a suit of white duck, and mounted on his white horse--a conjunction which had gained for him the appellation of "Death on a Pale Horse." Behind him walked the faithful old priest, wearing his Church's purple insignia of the deepest sorrow, and reading the service for the condemned.

The six doomed men followed, walking between double ranks of Rebel guards.
All came inside the hollow square and halted.

Wirz then said: "Brizners, I return to you dose men so Boot as I got dem.

You haf tried dem yourselves, and found dem guilty--I haf had notting to do wit it.
I vash my hands of eferyting connected wit dem.