Another day of smiling weather. Still call our mess the “Astor
House Mess” It is composed of only three — the Bucks and myself. I am the only
one of the original mess here, and it is still the most prosperous and best fed
of any. We are all the time at work at something. Have a good piece of soap,
and have washed our clothing throughout, and are clean and neat for prisoners
of war. Eli S. Buck is a large fellow, and a farmer when at home. Both are
young, and from the same neighborhood. As I have said before, are cousins, and
think a great deal of one another, which is good to see. Relatives rarely get
along together in prison as well as those who are not related. There were
brothers in Andersonville who would not mess together. Seems funny, but such is
the case. Should like to see myself throwing over a brother for any one else.
Guards denounce Jeff Davis as the author of their misfortunes. We also denounce
him as the author of ours, so we are agreed on one point. Going to move. The “mess”
will escape en masse at the first move, just for the sake of roaming the
woods. With the Bucks in company with me, shall have a good time, and we can
undoubtedly soon reach our troops in as much as they are raiding through the
South. Dave Buck is the acknowledged leader of us. He prays; think of that.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
133
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