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
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