He would sit for hours with his face in his hands and his elbows on his knees, gazing out upon the mass of men and huts, with vacant, lack-luster eyes.

We could not interest him in anything.
We tried to show him how to fix his blanket up to give him some shelter, but he went at the work in a disheartened way, and finally smiled feebly and stopped.

He had some letters from his family and a melaineotype of a plain-faced woman--his wife--and her children, and spent much time in looking at them.

At first he ate his rations when he drew them, but finally began to reject, them.

In a few days he was delirious with hunger and homesick ness.