The gate opens every little while letting some poor victims
into this terrible place, which is already much worse than Belle Isle. Seems as
if our government is at fault in not providing some way to get us out of here,
the hot weather months must kill us all outright. Feel myself at times sick and
feverish with no strength seemingly. Dr. Lewis worries, worries, all the day
long, and it's all we can do to keep him from giving up entirely. Sergt. Rowe
takes things as they come in dogged silence. Looks like a caged lion. Hendryx
sputters around, scolding away, &c.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
45
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