Another thousand came to day and from the eastern army.
Prison crowded. Men who came are from Siegel's corps in the Shenandoah Valley.
The poor deluded mortals never heard of Andersonville before. Well, they hear
of it now. Charlie Hudson, from some part of Ohio, took his canteen an hour ago
and went to the swamp for water. He has not returned for the very good reason
that he was shot while reaching up under the dead line to get the freshest
water. Some one has pulled the body out of the water on to dry land where it
will stay until to-morrow, when it will be piled with perhaps forty others on
the dead wagon, carted off and buried like a dog, And this is the last of poor
Charlie, who has enlivened us many an evening with his songs and stories. The
Astor House Mess is very sad to-night.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
62
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