Very well fed. There it goes again. Had determined not to
say anything more about how we were fed, and now I have done it. However, I was
not grumbling about it any way. Will merely add that I have an appetite larger
than an elephant. Will also say that there are rumors of exchange, for exchange
— a subject that has been spoken of before. Cannot possibly refrain from saying
that I am feeling splendidly and worth a hundred dead men yet. Have two dollars
in Confederate money and if I can sell this half canteen of dishwater soup
shall have another dollar before dark. “Who takes it? Ah, here ye are! Sold
again; business closed for to-night, gentlemen. Early in the morning shall have
a fresh supply of this delicious soup, with real grease floating on top.”
Shutters put up and we settle down for the night without depositing in the
bank. Shan't go to sleep until ten or eleven o'clock, but lay and think, and
build those air castles that always fall with a crash and bury us in the
debris. Often hear the baying of hounds from a distance, through the night — and
such strange sounds to the Northern ear. Good night. In rather a sentimental
mood. Wonder if she is married?
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
114-5
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