At just daylight I got up and was walking around the prison
to see if any Michigan men had died through the night, and was just in time to
see a young fellow come out of his tent nearly naked and deliberately walk up
the steps that lead over the bank. Just as he got on the top the guard fired;
sending a ball through his brain, and the poor fellow fell dead in the ditch. I
went and got permission to help pull him out. He had been sick for a number of
days and was burning up with fever, and no doubt deranged at the time, else he
would have known better than to have risked his life in such a manner. His name
was Perry McMichael, and he was from Minnesota Perhaps he is better off, and a
much easier death than to die of disease as he undoubtedly would in a few days
longer. The work of issuing clothing slowly goes on. In place of Gen. Dow. Col.
Sanderson comes over on parole of honor; and is not liked at all. Is of New
York and a perfect tyrant; treats us as bad or worse than the rebels
themselves. Col. Boyd also comes occasionally and is a perfect gentleman.
Talked to me to-day concerning Sanderson's movements, and said if he got
through to our lines should complain of him to the authorities at Washington.
He took down notes in his diary against him.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
17-8
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