We are now three miles from yesterday's resting place, and
near the Miller plantation. Soon as dark last night we went to the negro huts
and found them expecting us. Had a jubilee. No whites near, but all away. The
Buck boys passed near here before when out in the woods, and knew of many
darkys who befriended them. Had a surfeit of food. Stayed at the huts until
after midnight, and then a woman brought us to this place. Tonight we go to
Jocko's hut, across the river. A darky will row us across the Little Ogechee to
Jocco's hut, and then he will take us in tow. It is a rice country about here,
with canals running every way. Negroes all tickled to death because Yankees
coming. I am feeling better than yesterday, but difficult to travel. Tell the
boys they had better leave me with the friendly blacks and go ahead to our
lines, but they won't. Plenty to eat and milk to drink, which is just what I
want. The whites now are all away from their homes and most of the negroes.
Imagine we can hear the booming of cannon, but guess we are mistaken. Dave is
very entertaining and good company. Don't get tired of him and his talk. Both
of them are in rebel dress throughout, and can talk and act just like rebels.
Know the commanders of different rebel regiments. They say that when out before
they on different occasions mixed with the Southern army, without detection
Said they didn't wonder the widow woman knew I was a Yankee. Ain't up to that
kind of thing.
SOURCE: John L. Ransom, Andersonville Diary, p.
138-41
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