Coming cool weather
and it braces me right up. Sailors are going away to be exchanged. Ate some
sweet potato to-day, and it beats everything how I am gaining. Drink lots of
gruel, and the more I drink the more I want. Have vinegar and salt and water
mixed together given me, also whiskey, and every little while I am taking
something, either food or medicine, and the more I take the more I want. Am just
crazy for anything, no matter what. Could eat a mule's ear. Eat rice and
vegetable soup. All the talk that I hear is to the effect that the war is most
over. Don't want to be disturbed at all until I am well, which will not be very
long now. All say if I don't eat too much will soon be well. Mike lives high.
Is an ingenious fellow and contrives to get many good things to eat. Gives me
anything that he thinks won't hurt me. Setting up in my bunk. Have washed all
over and feel fifty per cent, better. Just a jumping toward convalescence.
SOURCE: John L.
Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 99-100
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