Stockade all up, and we are penned in. Our mess is out of filthy lucre — otherwise, busted. Sold my overcoat to a guard, and for luxuries we are eating that up. My blanket keeps us all warm. There are two more in our mess. Daytimes the large spread is stretched three or four feet high on four sticks, and keeps off the sun, and at night taken down for a cover.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 43