THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
A gallant, brave boy, he was captured May 12, 1864, at the battle of Spottsylvania Court House, reaching Fort Delaware prison just in time to be selected as one of the six hundred to be turned over to the tender care of humane Gen. J. G. Foster, U. S. A. Upon Lieutenant Funk, the rigors of retaliation worked very hard, and soon completely broke him down. But never a complaint escaped his lips, and he bore his suffering like a hero. Lieut. Tom S. Doyle, a noble fellow, Funk's messmate and regimental comrade, with us all, did all we could to help him and keep him alive, giving him part of our scanty corn meal ration and all the white bread given us, which was just two ounces. (This white bread was not added to our corn-mealpickle ration until late in February.) In his suffering with dysentery and scurvy Funk lost heart and nerve, slowly starving to death. One day I had the good fortune to catch a big fat cat. Capt. Thornton Hammack, 49th Ky. Regt.,
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