The thin skins of fair and auburn-haired men blistered under the sun's rays, and swelled up in great watery puffs, which soon became the breeding grounds of the hideous maggots, or the still more deadly gangrene.

The loathsome swamp grew in rank offensiveness with every burning hour.

The pestilence literally stalked at noon-day, and struck his victims down on every hand.

One could not look a rod in any direction without seeing at least a dozen men in the last frightful stages of rotting Death.
Let me describe the scene immediately around my own tent during the last two weeks of July, as a sample of the condition of the whole prison: I will take a space not larger than a good sized parlor or sitting room.
On this were at least fifty of us.

Directly in front of me lay two brothers--named Sherwood--belonging to Company I, of my battalion, who came originally from Missouri.