THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
marched into the fort casements, on the north side of the fort. Here we found luxurious quarters, consisting of rough pine board bunks to hold four people—two on top, two below,—no stoves, no blankets, no comforts, but the hard, rough pine board bunks; no downy pillows; no good, thick, warm comforts; no washstands, no easy rockers. All was hard, rough pine board bunks, and some of our fellows had the temerity to openly complain of such winter quarters, and say ugly things of the best government, etc., etc., while others of us thanked God we had white troops as guards. Our first meal in Fort Pulaski was a feast fit for the gods. It consisted of excellent white bread, good fat meat, and a great, big tin cup of delicious vegetable soup, with lots of grease in it. After getting settled in the fort, with splendid cisterns of good drinking water, we began to think our troubles and woes had ended. On the day after our arrival, Col. P. P. Brown, commandant of Fort Pulaski, colonel
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