Slept on a field of stones last night, negroes and all
together, without any covering. Not cold. Nothing to eat all this time. Start
for town of Petersburg. I was carried in ambulance. My belt taken from me by
Captain Porter, Provost Marshal Hill's corps, the thief. Put on small island
near the South Side Railroad depdt. No shelter or food. I drink too much water.
Thirst makes me crazy. We wouldn't treat cattle as we are being treated. Slept
on some straw to night; delirious all night. Very weak. I cannot touch the
food, — raw bacon.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William
Francis Bartlett, p. 119
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