My coverlid nobly does duty, protecting us from the sun's
hot rays by day and the heavy dews at night. Have no doubt but it has saved my
life many times. Never have heard anything from Hendryx since his escape.
Either got away to our lines or shot. Rebels recruiting among us for men to put
in their ranks. None will go — yes, I believe one Duffy has gone with them.
Much fighting. Men will fight as long as they can stand up. A father fights his
own son not ten rods from us. Hardly any are strong enough to do much damage
except the raiders, who get enough to eat and are in better condition than the
rest. Four or five letters were delivered to their owners. Were from their
homes. Remarkable, as I believe this is the first mail since our first coming
here. Something wrong. Just shake in my boots — shoes, I mean, (plenty of room)
when I think what July and August will do for us. Does not seem to me as if any
can stand it After all, it's hard killing a man. Can stand most anything.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 70
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