Sunday, February 15.—A very gloomy, rainy day; spent it very satisfactorily, going around visiting the patients. Have felt that I would not exchange places with any one. I hope I shall not grumble again at trifles; I scarcely see how I can when our men have to endure so much.
I came across two men who could not read, and spent some time reading to them. One was from Florida, and the other from North Carolina.
I have brought a can of oysters with me from home, a present from Mr. Hodge of Mobile. Captain De Graffenread is very fond of them. As his case is a bad one, we give him the best we have. He told me he had been badly treated since I left. He is very peevish, and would say that any way; but he is a great sufferer.
We have a number of wounded prisoners—one, a very nice young man, by the name of Snyder. He says that nothing in the world would ever make him fight against the South again. He sees how he has wronged us. They all seem to wonder how we can be so kind to them. I asked Mr. S. what he would do when he went back North; he will then be compelled to join the army. He said he was going to Canada as soon as he could get there. One of them is a very large Irishman, by the name of McLean. He is severely wounded in the arm; it is supposed he will lose it.
