Almost the Glorious Fourth of July. How shall we celebrate?
Know of no way except to pound on the bake tin, which I shall do. Have taken to
rubbing my limbs, which are gradually becoming more dropsical. Badly swollen.
One of my teeth came out a few days ago, and all are loose. Mouth very sore.
Battese says: “We get away yet.” Works around and always busy. If any news, he
merely listens and don't say a word. Even he is in poor health, but never
mentions it. An acquaintance of his, says he owns a good farm in Minnesota.
Asked him if he was married — says: “Oh, yes.” Any children? “Oh, yes.” This is
as far as we have got his history. Is very different from Indians in general.
Some of them here are despisable cowards — worse than the negro. Probably one
hundred negroes are here. Not so tough as the whites. Dead line being fixed up
by the rebels. Got down in some places. Bought a piece of soap, first I have
seen in many months. Swamp now in frightful condition from the filth of camp.
Vermin and raiders have the best of it. Capt. Moseby still leads the villains.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
74-5
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