None as yet gone to-day and it is already most night. My
turn would not come until to-morrow, and if none go at all today I will
probably not get away until about day after to-morrow. Shan't flank out, but
await my turn and go where fate decrees. Had a falling out with my companion
Smith, and am again alone walking about the prison with my coverlid on my
shoulders. Am determined that this covering protects none but thoroughly good
and square fellows. Later — Going
to be a decidedly cold night, and have “made up” with two fellows to sleep
together. The going away is the all absorbing topic of conversation. Received
for rations this day a very good allowance of hard tack and bacon. This is the
first hard-tack received since the trip to Andersonville, and is quite a
luxury. It is so hard that I have to tack around and soak mine up before I am
able to eat it. There is a joke to this. Will again go to bed as I have done
the last week, thinking every night would be the last at Camp Lawton.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
119
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