Rainy weather and cold nights. Men shiver and cry all night — groan and “holler.” I lay awake sometimes for hours, listening to the guards yell out “Post number one; ten o'clock and all's well!” And then Post No. 2 takes up the refrain, and it goes all around the camp, every one with a different sounding voice, squeaky, coarse, and all sorts. Some of them drawl out “Here's y-e-r m-u-1-e!” and such like changes, instead of “All's well.” Rumors of hard fighting about Richmond, and the rebels getting whipped which of course they deny.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 56