. L'immortel six cents; une histoire de cruauté envers les prisonniers de guerre confédérés . fermer les portes des cellules;nous n'avions pas de couvertures, le temps était froid, et il n'y avait pas de poêle autorisé dans nos quartiers. Le 4 décembre, une quarantaine ou plus de notre parti, les malades et les blessés, ont été envoyés à Hilton Head et échangés. Le temps était lourd sur notre place. Nous n'avons pas été autorisés à faire de l'exercice à l'extérieur de nos cellules, et aucun incident que je peux rappeler ne s'est produit pour briser la monotonie du prisonnier jusqu'en décembre, quand nous avons été mis sur le repas de rottencorne et la ration de cornichon; dix onces de repas de rottencorne, un demi-pinte d'oignon

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. The immortal six hundred; a story of cruelty to Confederate prisoners of war . close the cell doors;we had no blankets, the weather was cold, andthere was no stove allowed in our quarters. OnDecember 4th about forty or more of our party—the sick and wounded—were sent to Hilton Head, and exchanged. Time hung heavy on our handsat that place. We were allowed no exercise out-side of our cells, and no incident that I can nowrecall occurred to break the monotony of the prisonuntil December, when we were put on the rottencorn meal and pickle ration; ten ounces of rottencorn meal, one-half pint onion pickle—no grease, no salt, no meat of any kind. There were plentyof imprecations heaped upon the heads of thosewho ordered us such a ration, but there was nosign of a break in our ranks. A party composed of Captains Perkins, Jes-tremeska and Casson and some others, cut a plankout of their cell floor and would have made theirescape from the prison but for a Lieut. J. W. Davis, who betrayed them. This fellow took the oathof allegiance. Some of our party did get out of 230. LIEUTENANT C. P. MALLETTNORTH CAROLINA THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED the prison, but were recaptured, brought back, and the whole lot crowded into a small cell, fourby eight, which had been used to confine somenigger convicts. When it was discovered that thisfellow, —Davis, —had betrayed the boys, Col. VanManning and Lieut. Pete Akers cut the stripesfrom his collar and buttons from his coat, andliterally kicked him out of prison before the guardcould interfere to save him. This action on thepart of our men got them into a cell in close con-finement for many days. The corn meal diet was rough on our fellows, and scurvy got hold of us badly. One day I sawone of our men sitting very quietly in one comerof the room. Thinking he was sick, I went overto speak to him and do whatever I could for hiscomfort. I found he had a long string in his hand, on which he had a fishhook baited with a grain ofcom. This he dropped th

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