When we got there, the 27th of March, 1865, Negro troops guarded the
outside walls and white men patrolled inside after night, and I saw
nothing to criticise in the prison management; but those who had spent the
winter there told some horrible and ludicrous stories of outrageous
treatment by the Negro guard which, for awhile, guarded both outside and
inside. A Negro guard would hear some one say, "Lay over or let me have
some more cover." If the Negro guard heard it he would say, "Who dat
talking in dar. Send him out here quick or I'll make you all come out."
Then, after double-quicking him around and making him mark time with his
bare feet on the snow for a while, he would say, "Now pray for Abraham
Lincoln. Now cuss Jeff. Davis. Now pray that some colored gemmen may marry
your sister--den I let you go back." Some of these men said they could
never die satisfied after they got out until they killed some Negroes on
general principles.