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
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