Rather cold, almost spring. Guards unusually strict. Hendryx
was standing near the window, and I close by him, looking at the high, ten
story tobacco building, when the guard fired at us. The ball just grazed
Hendryx's head and lodged in the ceiling above; all we could do to prevent
Hendryx throwing a brick at the guard.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
36
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