Hendryx sacrificed his own comfort and lay out doors with me
last night and I got along much better than the night before. Are getting food
twice to day; old prisoners say it is fully a third more than they have been
getting. Hardly understand how we could live on much less. A Michigan man
(could not learn his name) while at work a few moments ago on the outside with
a squad of detailed yankees repairing a part of the embankment which recent
rains had washed away, stepped upon the wall to give orders to his men when one
of the guards shot him through the head, killing him instantly. Lieut.
Bossieux, commander of the prison, having heard the shot, came to learn the
cause. He told the guard he ought to be more careful and not shoot those who
were on parole and doing fatigue duty, and ordered the body carried to the dead
house. Seems tough to me but others don't seem to mind it much. I am mad.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
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