It was hardly that, since about all the prescription for those inside the Stockade consisted in giving a handful of sumach berries to each of those complaining of scurvy.

The berries might have done some good, had there been enough of them, and had their action been assisted by proper food.
As it was, they were probably nearly, if not wholly, useless.

Nothing was given to arrest the ravages of dysentery.
A limited number of the worst cases were admitted to the Hospital each day.

As this only had capacity for about one-quarter of the sick in the Stockade, new patients could only be admitted as others died.

It seemed, anyway, like signing a man's death warrant to send him to the Hospital, as three out of every four who went out there died.