THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
lot of men on earth when this news came to us, yet we said one to the other, "Fort Delaware is far better than Fort Pulaski and its corn-meal-and-pickle ration." At night we pulled out of Norfolk Harbor; on the morning of the following day we were landed on the wharf of Fort Delaware, and turned again into the old prison pen from which we had been taken eight months before. On the voyage from Fortress Monroe to Fort Delaware two of our number died and were buried in the ocean,—dumped over-board, their bodies sewed in canvas bags. These poor fellows could have been kept until we landed, as we were but an hour or two's sail from Fort Delaware.
We had not been in our old quarters one moment before we were compelled to relate to our comrades the story of our hardships and the inhuman cruelty inflicted upon us at Morris Island and the other points of our imprisonment. Our comrades at Fort Delaware had greatly increased in numbers during our absence;
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