Can eat better — or drink rather; Some rebel general dead and
buried with honors outside. Had another wash and general clean up; ocean
breezes severe for invalids. Am visited twice a day by the rebel surgeon who
instructs nurses about treatment. Food principally arrow root; have a little
whisky. Sleep great deal of the time. Land, my acquaintance and mess-mate, is
lame from scurvy, but is not weak and sick as I am. When I think of anything,
say: “Land, put her down,” and he writes what I tell him. Everything clean
here, but then any place is clean after summering in Andersonville. Don't
improve much and sometimes not at all; get blue sometimes; nature of the beast
suppose; other sick in the tent worry and make me nervous.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
97
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