Still at Doctortown, and the town is doctoring me up “right
smart.” There is also a joke to this, but a weak one. The whole town are
exercised over the coming of the Yankee army, and I laugh in my sleeve. Once in
a while some poor ignorant and bigoted fellow amuses himself cursing me and the
whole U. S. army. Don't talk back much, having too much regard for my bodily
comfort. orders, have come to put me on a train for Blackshear. Have made quite
a number of friends here, who slyly talk to me encouragingly. There are many
Union people all through the South, although they have not dared to express
themselves as such, but now they are more decided in their expressions and
actions. Had a canteen of milk, and many other luxuries. Darkys are profuse in
their gifts of small things. Have now a comb, good jack knife, and many little
nicknacks. One old negress brought me a chicken nicely roasted. Think of that,
prisoners of war, roast chicken! Shall jump off the cars every twenty rods
hereafter. Tried to get a paper of the guard, who was reading the latest, but
he wouldn't let me see it. Looks rather blue himself, and I surmise there is
something in it which he don't like. All right, old fellow, my turn will come
some day. Young darky brought me a cane, which is an improvement on my old one.
Walk now the length of my limit with an old fashioned crook cane and feel quite
proud. Later.—Got all ready to take a train due at 3:30, and it didn't stop.
Must wait until morning. Hope they won't stop for a month.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
129-30
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