Anxiously waiting the expected summons. Rebels say as soon
as transportation comes, and so a car whistle is music to our ears. Hope is a
good medicine and am sitting up and have been trying to stand up but can't do
it; legs too crooked and with every attempt get faint. Men laugh at the idea of
my going, as the rebels are very particular not to let any one go, still
Battese say I am going. Most Dark.—Rebels
say we go during the night when transportation comes. Battese grinned when this
news come and can't get his face straightened out again.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 93
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