For the last three days I have had nearly enough to eat such
as it is. My washing business gives me extra food. Have taken in a partner, and
the firm now is Battese, Ransom & Co. Think of taking in more partners,
making Battese president, appointing vice presidents, secretaries, &c. We
charge a ration of bread for admittance. Sand makes a very good soap. If we
could get hold of a razor and open a barber shop in connection, our fortunes
would be made. We are prolonging Lewis' life by trading for luxuries to give
him. Occasionally a little real meat soup, with a piece of onion in it, etc. Am
saving up capital to buy a pair of shears I know of. Molasses given us to-day,
from two to four spoonfuls apiece, which is indeed a treat. Anything sweet or
sour, or in the vegetable line, is the making of us. We have taken to mixing a
little meal with water, putting in a little molasses and setting it in the sun
to sour. Great trouble in the lack of vessels in which to keep it, and then
too, after getting a dish partly well soured, some poor prisoner will
deliberately walk up and before we can see him drink it all up. Men are fairly
crazy for such things.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
61
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