Arrowroot soup or whatever you may call it; don't like it;
makes me sick. Priest spoke to me. Cross and peevish and they say that is a
sure sign will get well. Ain't sure but shall be a Catholic yet. Every little
while get out the old diary from under the blanket and write a sentence. Never
was made to be sick — too uneasy. This
will do for to-day.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
96
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