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tenant Dunlap arose from my bunk, where he was sitting, walked over to the fellow, shook his fist in his face, and said, "Gillispie, you are a liar, and you knowingly utter your slander." Gillispie dared not resent this, and I never liked him after the incident. Some years ago I heard Gillispie was alive and lived in Texas. If he be dead or alive I do not care; in his going or coming I have no concern. I do know he betrayed us and increased our sufferings. If he can hide his treachery from the world, he cannot hide it from his God. His sin will find him out.
We were recaptured March 1, 1865, and we remained in the dark cell, without fire or dry clothing, until the 4th day of March, when we were started on our way back to Fort Delaware.
While we were confined in the dark cell we had a good deal of fun with Captain Sexton, the provost-marshal. He had a lot of balls with chains brought up to the cell door, rattling them around, and
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