Every day since last writing I have continued to improve,
and no end to my appetite. Now walk a trifle with the aid of crutches Coming
cool, and agrees with me. have fresh beef issued to us. Mike not yet gone.
Battese went some days ago with others to our lines, at least it was supposed
to our lines. Hope to see him sometime. Many have gangrene. Millen still talked
of. See city papers every day, and they have a discouraged tone as if their
cause were on its last legs. Mike goes to night for sure, he says. Think if I
was in his place would not try to get away, we are so comfortable here. Still
liberty is everything, and none know what it is except those deprived of it.
It's a duty, we think, to escape if possible, and it seems possible to get away
from here. Rebel guards that I sometimes come in contact with are marines who
belong to rebel gunboats stationed in the mouth of Savannah River and are on
duty here for a change from boat life. They seem a kindly set, and I don't
belive they would shoot a prisoner if they saw him trying to get away.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
104-5
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