The next day a Dead Line was put up inside of the Prison, twenty feet from the Stockade.

This only increased the labor of burrowing, by making us go farther.

Instead of being able to tunnel out in an hour, it now took three or four hours.

That night several hundred of us, rested from our previous performance, and hopeful of better luck, brought our faithful half canteens--now scoured very bright by constant use-into requisition again, and before the morning.
dawned we had gained the high reeds of the swamps, where we lay concealed until night.
In this way we managed to evade the recapture that came to most of those who went out, but it was a fearful experience.

Having been raised in a country where venomous snakes abounded, I had that fear and horror of them that inhabitants of those districts feel, and of which people living in sections free from such a scourge know little.