A car load went at about noon, and are pretty well thinned
out. Over half gone — no one believes to our lines now; all hands afraid of
going to Charleston. Believe I shall try and escape on the journey, although in
no condition to rough it. Am going to engineer this thing to suit myself and
have a little fun. Would like to be out from under rebel guard once more. When
I can look around and not see a prison wall and a gun ready to shoot me, I
shall rejoice. Have edged up to another comrade and we bunk together. Said
comrade is Corporal Smith, belonging to an Indiana regiment. While he is no
great guns, seems quite a sensible chap and a decided improvement on many here
to mess with. The nights are cool, and a covering of great benefit. My being
the owner of a good blanket makes me a very desirable comrade to mess with. Two
or three together can keep much warmer than one alone. It is said that a number
of outsiders have escaped and taken to the woods. Another load goes to-night or
early in the morning. My turn will come pretty soon. Nothing new in our
situation or the prospects ahead Food scarce, but of good quality. More go and
I go to-morrow.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
118
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