Pleasant Bedfellows.
A diary of a prisoner of war contains the following suggestive incident:Becoming drowsy, I borrowed a blanket, went into the depot, and finding a vacant place between two prostrate forms, dropped down to rest and was soon lost in forgetfulness. I have no knowledge of how long I slept, but getting cold, I partially awoke, and hunching my right-hand partner, requested him to roll over and spoon. He made no reply, and giving him a tremendous thump, I again besought him to spoon, but it was no go. Turning on my other, side I shook my other bedfellow, and made the same request. He too paid no heed to my desire. Exasperated at what I considered his unaccommodating spirit, I determined to bring matters to a crisis. Drawing up my left leg, I gave him a most unmerciful kick, but he was as immovable as the rock of ages. I was now thoroughly awake. Jumping up, I turned down the blankets, first on one and then on the other, and by the dim fire-light beheld on either hand a corpse. My nap was finished. In the morning I learned that they were rebel dead, brought down from Murfreesboro for burial at Chattanooga.
