08/12/2021
“I wondered what caused all of this fearful mortality….Was it starvation, neglect and cruelty? God alone knows.”
Camp Douglas
Pt. 48
Did the prisoners eat a dog? A small terrier owned by Lt. Joel A. Fife was often seen in Prisoner’s Square.
“This dog is a great favorite and pet of the prisoners,” according to accounts, “but one day the cooks in one of the barracks entice the dog into their kitchen, kill and dress it nicely, and cook it; then invite quite a number of other prisoners to dine with them, as they had a rare dish for dinner--they ate the dog and drank the soup.”
Fife posted a reward notice for the dog’s return and someone wrote under it,
“For lack of bread the dog is dead, For want of meat the dog was eat.”
Private J.M. Berry added, “we also ate all the rats we could catch. No doubt many died after the war from disease contracted on account of these things. I have written the foregoing in no spirit of ill will, but simply to state facts. It will not be long until we shall all pass under review in a better world than this. I am now sixty-three years old and am crippled and helpless.”
Eating the dog may have been for revenge more than hunger. Lieutenant Fife commanded patrols who made life miserable and interviewed men who wished to take the oath. Sweet soon discovered the gourmets and stopped their rations. They scattered among the rest of the prisoners who fed them. The poet was never found. Despite the hunger, Sweet was anxious for prisoners to look presentable to inspectors. On June 12th, 1864, he issued shoes, dark blue woolen pants, gray jackets or coats, high crowned gray hats, cotton drawers, woolen shorts, and a few socks. Sweet made sure that Prisoner’s Square did not fall into disrepair and heavy drafting of prisoners to dig ditches, level off the ground, grade streets, and repair barracks continued. Colonel De Land had never seemed able to address these problems.
The identical appearance of barracks became a source of hilarity as the prisoners often entered the wrong one and they soon numbered them with black paint. However, the men turned on each other more often as hope of exchange faded. Arguments and fights were common by the summer of 1864. Something as trifling as a rusty plate set off a battle. Others intervened quickly, because no one wanted a repeat of the McCarney stabbing. Continuing barrack changes caused tension over bunks. The men raced to new quarters because leaking roofs made top bunks the worst. Cold floors affected the bottom bunk, leaving the second tier as their choice. They discussed putting a stop to this “devil take the hindmost” mentality by drawing new bunks by lot. Nothing came of it.
One prisoner named Jerry Murphy refused to sleep with anyone and the other men tolerated him, although this meant less bunk space for the others. One night he came back from the sink and found someone in what he thought was his bunk. His roar of anger awakened everyone, only Jerry had wandered into the wrong barrack. The laughter could almost be heard in Chicago, as he retreated very apologetically. Miraculously, he was not shot.
M. Evans
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