In hunting around through the tents for fuel we found many bodies of those who had died as their comrades were leaving.

As the larger portion of us could barely walk, the Rebels paroled us to remain inside of the Stockade or within a few hundred yards of the front of it, and took the guards off.

While these were marching down, a dozen or more of us, exulting in even so much freedom as we had obtained, climbed on the Hospital shed to see what the outlook was, and perched ourselves on the ridgepole.

Lieutenant Barrett came along, at a distance of two hundred yards, with a squad of guards.
Observing us, he halted his men, faced them toward us, and they leveled their guns as if to fire.

He expected to see us tumble down in ludicrous alarm, to avoid the bullets.