At length, after none of us had seen him for weeks, we thought that comradeship demanded another visit.

We found him in the last stages of scurvy and diarrhea.

Chunks of uneaten corn bread lay by his head.

They were at least a week old.
The rations since then had evidently been stolen from the helpless man by those around him.

The place where he lay was indescribably filthy, and his body was swarming with vermin.