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23d. Rations about the same as yesterday and we feel better.

The rebs say we will get fat now since we are getting the extra rations.

I think there are some here who will never get fat.

Poor fellows! I have not received an answer to the letter I sent my mother in Bristol.

Sent another today.

Told her to send me a box for a Christmas present and put some shirts and notions in it.

The rebel officers in charge of us say that any of the prisoners who wish to send word home for anything like clothing and edibles could receive them, as an agreement has been entered into by the commissioners on both sides.