Blackshear is an out-of-the-way place, and shouldn't think
the Yankee army would ever find us here. The climate is delightful. Here it is
December and at the North right in the middle of winter, and probably good
sleighing, and cold; while here it is actually warm during the day time, and at
night not uncomfortably cold. The Buck boys are jolly good fellows, and full of
fun. Seem to have taken a new lease of life myself. Both of them are in good
health and fleshy, and open for an escape any hour. And we don't stay here but
a few days, the guards say. Why not keep us on the cars and run us around the
country all the time? There is no wall or anything around us here, only guards.
Encamped right in the open air. Have food once a day, just whatever they
have to give us. Last night had sweet potatoes. I am getting considerably
heavier in weight, and must weigh one hundred and forty pounds or more. Still
lame, however, and I fear permanently so. Teeth are firm in my mouth now, and
can eat as well as ever, and oh! such an appetite. Would like to see the pile
of food that I couldn't eat. Found Rowe and Bullock, and Hub Dakin. They are
well, and all live in jolly expectancy of the next move. The old coverlid still
protects my person. The Bucks have also each a good blanket, and we are
comfortable. Some fresh beef given us to-day; not much, but suppose all they
have got. Guard said he wished to God he was one of us prisoners instead of
guarding us.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
131
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