His appetite was entirely gone, but he had an inordinate craving for tobacco--for strong, black plug -- which he smoked in a pipe.

He had already traded off all his brass buttons to the guards for this.

I had accumulated a few buttons to bribe the guard to take me out for wood, and I gave these also for tobacco for him.

When I awoke one morning the man who laid next to me on the right was dead, having died sometime during the night.

I searched his pockets and took what was in them.