Another delightfully cool morning. There are not a great
many guards here to watch over us, and it would be possible for all to break
away without much trouble. The men, however, are so sure of liberty that they
prefer to wait until given legitimately. Would like to have seen this guard
hold us last summer at Andersonville. Fresh meat again to-day. Rebels go out to
neighboring plantations and take cattle, drive them here, and butcher for us to
eat. Rice is also given us to eat. Have plenty of wood to cook with. Have
traded off the old missmated pair of brogans for a smaller and good pair, and
feel quite like a dandy. Have some money to buy extras. Have plenty of food yet
from that given me at Doctortown. Divide with the Bucks, or rather, it is all
one common mess, and what any one owns belongs equally to the others. Rebels
glum and cross, and sometimes we laugh at them, and then they swear and tell us
to shut up or they will blow our heads off. Blackshear is a funny name and it is
a funny town, if there is any, for as yet I haven't been able to see it.
Probably a barn and a hen-coop comprise the place. Cars go thundering by as if
the Yanks were after them About every train loaded with troops. Go first one
way and then the other. Think they are trying to keep out of the way
themselves.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
131-2
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