Richard is getting to be himself again. A very little
satisfies me as regards the upward tendency to health and liberty. Some would
think to look at me almost helpless and a prisoner of war, that I hadn't much
to feel glad about. Well, let them go through what I have and then see.
Citizens look on me with pity when I should be congratulated. Am probably the
happiest mortal any where hereabouts. Shall appreciate life, health and enough
to eat hereafter Am anxious for only one thing, and that is to get news home to
Michigan of my safety. Have no doubt but I am given up for dead, as I heard I
was so reported. Drizzling rain has set in. Birds chipper from among the trees.
Hear bells ring about the city of Savannah. Very different from the city of
Richmond; there it was all noise and bustle and clatter, every man for himself
and the devil take the hindmost, while here it is quiet and pleasant and nice.
Every one talks and treats you with courtesy and kindness. Don't seem as if
they could both be cities of the Confederacy. Savannah has probably seen as
little of real war or the consequence of war, as any city in the South.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
104
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