On The Cars. — We were roused from our gentle slumbers
during the night, counted off and marched to the cars, loaded into them, which
had evidently just had some cattle as occupants. Started southward to some
portion of Georgia, as a guard told us. Passed through Petersburg, and other
towns which I could not learn the names of. Cars run very slow, and being crowded,
we are very uncomfortable and hungry. Before leaving Richmond hard-tack was
issued to us in good quantity for the Confederacy. Have not much chance to
write. Bought some boiled sweet potatoes of the guard, which are boss. The
country we pass through is a miserable one. Guards watch us close to see that
none escape, and occasionally a Yank is shot, but not in our car. Seems as if
we did not run over thirty or forty miles per day. stop for hours on side
tracks, waiting for other trains to pass us.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
39
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