I suppose we must be moved again, from all reports. Savannah is
threatened by Union troops, and we are to be sent to Millen, Ga. Am sorry, for
while I remain a prisoner would like to stay here, am getting along so nicely
and recovering my health. It is said, however, that Millen is a good place to
go to, and we will have to take the consequences whatever they may be. Can eat
now anything I can get hold of, provided it can be cooked up and made into the
shape of soup. Mouth will not admit of hard food. This hospital is not far from
the Savannah jail, and when the gate is open we can see it It is said that some
one was hung there not long ago. Papers referred to it and I asked a guard and
he nodded "Yes." Have seen one "hanging bee," and never
want to see another one. Last of my three pecks of sweet potatoes almost gone.
For a dollar, Confed., bought two quarts of guber peas (pea-nuts), and now I
have got them can't eat them. Sell them for a dollar per quart — two dollars
for the lot. It is thus that the Yankee getteth wealth. Have loaned one cane to
another convalescent and go around with the aid of one only. Every day a marked
improvement. Ain't so tall as I "used to was." Some ladies visited
the hospital to-day to see live Yankees, who crowded around. They were as much
of a curiosity to us as we were to them.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p. 107
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