The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-07-30

is a loVeable child and many a gay dav he has in the wood that is magic wood to him and mu<h pleasure he gives eo old Sammy and Elizabeth. his ancient sister-Elizabeth, who knows thar we're long time old, but were an awfu wee short time young"
 | Three Years in the Confederate Horse | Artillery" by George M. Neese, a gun
 her in Cnew's battery, Stuarts horse
 artillery, army of Northern Virginia I Neale Publishing Co, New York E. This is a book that might well be in every boys library. The young gunner | who kept the diary was far ahead of his | day. Even in the heat of wars outbreak he knew peace and was ready to "ensue it, but with the armlng of his stare | Virginia, he armed himself. A more sane account of war. battles marches. bivouacs was never given. Every page Is a record of realities and every page teens with interest. His account Of prison life at Point Lookout reads like something from a mediaeval civilization. Yet these de- privations, unnecessary hardships and crueltes are recorded without a word of bitterness and with some humor. The young artilleryman takes all as the ex- pected chance of war Of the water sup piled to the prisoners he writes ..rhe water is not fit to drink, as 1t produces a diarrhoeo which sticks closer than a brother, and has already killed hundreds of our prisoners. but learned to do with out drinking drop of water, and by that means alone I survived the evil of it's unwholesomeness.'
 Of the food supplys Right now as [ write these words a rat vendor is going along the street carrying three rats by the tail, and every few steps I hear him cry: Here are your rats, fresh and fat ! just now caught them at the commis- sary department, and l warrant them to be in fine order. Three for cents, cheap, Here are your ratsr Talk about th.. heather Chinese eating dogs, here men buy and eat rats right under the shadow of the proud Star Spangled banner and in a sc-caled Christian country and in a land of plenty. l have been hungry for six months now, and 1 could and would eat rat or snake on toast if just had it. Only he who has been hungry for a dong period knows what hunger is. One day I drew for my meat ration the upper part of a sheeps head, his eyes still holding their old position and the eyelids decor ated with cleanly washed, hairy-bke wool cleansed by boiling the meat I shaved oil the wool and ate the eyes, ids and all: the eyes were certainly delicious As to comfort, even prisoner of war fniebr
 ! damp sand for two months without any sign of blanket or bedding under me and nothing but my shoe for pilloYy'' As 10 the death rate: Last night about o'clock man died, frozen to death or starved in bed, in the tent next 10 mine--death with unsuitable greed calls for next every hour of the day and night and gathers on a,, average twenty-five passeng gers for t1e daily train to the Silent City"
 A few quotations taken at random will picture the state of these ten thousand prisoners in the pen of star walton in land of plenty"
 We were told to be sure and have all our blankets on exhibition--a Yam kee squad passed along the line and without ceremony, took every blanket from us, save one to each man through out the amp
 Little wonder the young gunner re- marks that such transaction puts Christianity on the sick list"
 Every cold might some few men Freeze to death in bed one Of the dire- iui effects of robbing us of our blank cts when the cold weather set in" Since l have been in prison | have alfeady lived and survived whole weeks
 without washing my hands and face yet al ways wash for Sunday morning inspection. Washing hands and face is
 70 anall matter here, especially when the weather is cold and a man has f, i ase Chesapeake Bay for wash bowl and utilize his house roof for towel :"
 As these are matters of history if is well that thew should be known and read and remeYh ered-with no sense or i bitterness
 tu ilunares Hero Tales. edited by
 Francis storf Henry Holt & co
 4>eW York.
 With the eHeua that every minstrel