My throat and lungs
sore this morning, caused by heat and smoke of yesterday and drenching dew and
chill of last night. Get rations today for the first time since taken; I was
very hungry and could have eaten all at one time. We understand the bread was
baked by citizens; it was very good. A number of citizens come to see us,
appear courteous and friendly. There was one group of ladies and one man
enthusiastic for the Union and said more than was safe to say, even spoke when
the guard remonstrated. One said: "We would be glad to see you out of
here; we are sorry that men have to be so treated for this worthless
government." The man said the Rebellion had ruined him. He took some
Confederate money and tore it up saying it is "worth just that." He
looked upon us in tears. The guard threatened to shoot him when he tossed a
roll of money among us, and was about to leave when he was arrested, roughly
treated and taken to the city. After this no one was allowed to speak to us or
we to anyone, not even the sentry. More prisoners arrive from the battlefield
and crowd our quarters.
SOURCE: John Worrell
Northrop, Chronicles from the Diary of a War Prisoner in Andersonville
and Other Military Prisons of the South in 1864, p. 44-5
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