Thursday, 25th—A dull Christmas. Receiving one-quarter pound bread a day and bout one pound beef, no wood hardly— freezing and starving by inches. All this brings me up to the 29th Monday. Morton tried to get to see his sister but could not. The Parson came in and informed him that she died at 3 o’clock this morning. Such is the fate of war. In 150 yards of her and yet could not get to see her.