This took several morning expeditions, but on one of them I was rewarded with finding a corpse with a good brown one -- army make--and a few days later I got another, a good, thick genuine one, knit at home, of blue yarn, by some patient, careful housewife.

Almost the next morning I had the good fortune to find a dead man with a warm, whole, infantry dress-coat, a most serviceable garment.

As I still had for a shirt the blouse Andrews had given me at Millen, I now considered my wardrobe complete, and left the rest of the clothes to those who were more needy than I.
Those who used tobacco seemed to suffer more from a deprivation of the weed than from lack of food.

There were no sacrifices they would not make to obtain it, and it was no uncommon thing for boys to trade off half their rations for a chew of "navy plug." As long as one had anything--especially buttons--to trade, tobacco could be procured from the guards, who were plentifully supplied with it.

When means of barter were gone, chewers frequently became so desperate as to beg the guards to throw them a bit of the precious nicotine.