A decided thinness in our ranks this morning. Still house
keeping goes right along as usual. Rebels not knowing how to figure give us
just about the same for the whole prison as when all were here. Had a talk with
a rebel sergeant for about an hour. Tried to find out our destination and could
get no satisfaction, although he said we were going to our lines. Told him I
was a mason, odd-fellow, had every kind of religion (in hopes to strike his),
and flattered him until I was ashamed of myself. In a desultory sort of way he
said he “reckoned we war goin' nawth.” Well, I will write down the solution I
have at last come to, and we will see how near right I am after a little. Our
troops, Sherman or Kilpatrick or some of them, are raiding through the South,
and we are not safe in Millen, as we were not safe in Andersonville, and as was
plainly evident we were not safe in Savannah. There is the whole thing in a
nutshell, and we will see. Six hundred gone today.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
117
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