Let him imagine this inclosed by a Stockade eighteen feet high, made by standing logs on end.

Let him conceive of ten thousand feeble men, debilitated by months of imprisonment, turned inside this inclosure, without a yard of covering given them, and told to make their homes there.

One quarter of them--two thousand five hundred--pick up brush, pieces of rail, splits from logs, etc., sufficient to make huts that will turn the rain tolerably.

The huts are in no case as good shelter as an ordinarily careful farmer provides for his swine.

Half of the prisoners--five thousand--who cannot do so well, work the mud up into rude bricks, with which they build shelters that wash down at every hard rain.