Another lead pencil wore down to less than an inch in
length, and must skirmish around for another one New men bring in writing
material and pencils. To-day saw a New York Herald of date June 11th,
nothing in it about exchange, however. That is all the news that particularly
interests us, although accounts of recent battles are favorable to the Union
side. Our guards are composed of the lowest element of the South — poor white
trash Very ignorant, much more so than the negro. Some of them act as if they
never saw a gun before. The rebel adjutant does quite a business selling
vegetables to those of the prisoners who have money, and has established a
sutler stand not very far from our mess. Hub Dakin, an old acquaintance, is a
sort of clerk, and gets enough to eat thereby. Hot! Hot! Raiders kill some one
now every day. No restraint in the least. Men who were no doubt respectable at
home, are now the worst villains in the world. One of them was sneaking about
our quarters during the night, and Sanders knocked him about ten feet with a
board. Some one of us must keep awake all the time, and on the watch, fearing
to loose what little we have.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
71
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