Dr. Lewis talks about nothing except his family. Is the
bluest mortal here, and worries himself sick, let alone causes sufficient for
that purpose. Is poorly adapted for hardships. For reading we have the “Pilgrim’s
Progress,” donated to me by some one when on Belle Isle. Guess I can repeat
nearly all the book by heart. Make new acquaintances every day “Scotty,” a
marine, just now is edifying our mess with his salt water yarns, and they are
tough ones I tell him he may die here; still he declares they are true.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
46
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