This has been a great read, and has inspired me to share some info on my ancestor. I have a GGGG grandfather named Lewis W. Snyder who served with the CSA 44th North Carolina infantry Co.k. He mustered in on Nov 29 1862 at 33 yrs old. On Oct. 14 1863 he was captured at Bristoe Station Va. He was sent to Old Capital Prison in D.C. Then transferred to Pt Lookout Prison in Maryland on Feb 4 1864. He died at Pt. Lookout prison on June 25, 1865 from acute diarrhea. His brother was captured 13 days later at Burgess Mill Va. and he also was sent to Pt lookout where he died May 2, 1865 from dropsy.
There aren't any surviving pictures, but here is a letter he sent home a couple of months before his capture.
My Deare Brother In Law,
We seate our selves to answer your kind and welcom letter which com to hand the 7th of this instant. We was glad to heare from you and to heare that you was well. Your letter found us well at present and I sincerely hope these few lines will find you well. You stated in your letter that you had come home on the 28 of July and had to start back the 3rd of August. We want to know where you had to go. You stated in your letter that Hill and Nelson was boath well, only Hill had cut off his middle finger. We want to know how it happen. I was glad to heare that Zebedee was well and at worke at the iron mind, for this is a bad placehear. Tell him to stay at the mind and worke. Tell him to write to us. We have wrote to him and have recd no answer from him. Tell him to direct to Richmon, VA. and it will come to us. I often thinks of Dorcas and Franklin. I would be the gladis in the world to see them boath and tell them all a bout our sufferings. Jonathan is bar footed, my shoes is most gon. We git beef to eate and it half salted. We git corn meal to eate with our beef. Everthing is hy. Howe cakes is .25 apeace, pies about as big as my hand is 50 cents a peace. Chickens half grone $3 a peace, unions .25 a peace, cucumbers .25 apeace, tobacco one dollar to $1.50 a plug. Paper three dollars a quire and everthing else in proportion. We want this afful war to stop and all the rest of the soldiers is tired of the war. We all want peace. Only the officers tha git the big price wants it to continue. We have no sa so in it. The men is a running away by scores and tha all will if times don't git better afore long.
We close, direct to Orange Court House, VA. in care of Capt. R B S Larence. Co. K 44th Regt. N. C. Troops.
Sorry for the Hi-jack and long post, but I wanted to share my ancestor's story, and this letter, that shows how some of the southern troops were feeling about the war. Your posts have given me alot of info on how to find out more, and maybe get some copies of his records.