He had cherished it as if it were a farm or a good situation.

But now, as he turned away from signing his name to the parole, he looked at his faithful servant for a minute in undisguised contempt; on the eve of restoration to happier, better things, it was a reminder of all the petty, inglorious contemptible trials and sorrows he had endured; he actually loathed it for its remembrances, and flinging it upon the ground he crushed it out of all shape and usefulness with his feet, trampling upon it as he would everything connected with his prison life.

Months afterward I had to lend this man my little can to cook his rations in.
Andrews and I flung the bright new tin pans we had stolen at Millen inside the line, to be scrambled for.

It was hard to tell who were the most surprised at their appearance--the Rebels or our own boys--for few had any idea that there were such things in the whole Confederacy, and certainly none looked for them in the possession of two such poverty-stricken specimens as we were.

We thought it best to retain possession of our little can, spoon, chess-board, blanket, and overcoat.
As we marched down and boarded the train, the Rebels confirmed their previous action by taking all the guards from around us.