We fell in in single rank, and marched up, one at a time, past where a group of employees of the Commissary Department dealt out the food.

One handed each prisoner as he passed a large slice of meat; another gave him a handful of ground coffee; a third a handful of sugar; a fourth gave him a pickle, while a fifth and sixth handed him an onion and a loaf of fresh bread.

This filled the horn of our plenty full.

To have all these in one day--meat, coffee, sugar, onions and soft bread--was simply to riot in undreamed-of luxury.

Many of the boys--poor fellows--could not yet realize that there was enough for all, or they could not give up their old "flanking" tricks, and they stole around, and falling into the rear, came up again for' another share.