I left him with the promise and expectation of returning the next day, but when I attempted to find him again, I was lost in the maze of tents and burrows.

I had forgotten to ask the number of his detachment, and after spending several days in hunting for him, I was forced to give the search up.

He knew as little of my whereabouts, and though we were all the time within seventeen hundred feet of each other, neither we nor our common acquaintance could ever manage to meet again.

This will give the reader an idea of the throng compressed within the narrow limits of the Stockade.

After leaving Andersonville, however, I met this man once more, and learned from him that Charley had sickened and died within a month after his entrance to prison.
So ended his day-dream of a career in the busy world..