But now the long strain of hardship, privation and exposure had done for them what discouragement had done for those of less fortitude in Andersonville.
The faculties shrank under disuse and misfortune, until they forgot their regiments, companies, places and date of capture, and finally, even their names.

I should think that by the middle of January, at least one in every ten had sunk to this imbecile condition.

It was not insanity so much as mental atrophy--not so much aberration of the mind, as a paralysis of mental action.

The sufferers became apathetic idiots, with no desire or wish to do or be anything.

If they walked around at all they had to be watched closely, to prevent their straying over the Dead Line, and giving the young brats of guards the coveted opportunity of killing them.