When one moved they all had to move.
They were scourged with the dysentery, and the necessities of some one of their number kept them constantly in motion.

I can see them distinctly yet, tramping laboriously and painfully back and forward over that burning hillside, every moment of the long, weary Summer days.
A comrade writes to remind me of the beneficent work of the Masonic Order.

I mention it most gladly, as it was the sole recognition on the part of any of our foes of our claims to human kinship.

The churches of all denominations--except the solitary Catholic priest, Father Hamilton, -- ignored us as wholly as if we were dumb beasts.

Lay humanitarians were equally indifferent, and the only interest manifested by any Rebel in the welfare of any prisoner was by the Masonic brotherhood.