Still rainy. When I
awoke this morning I lay in water; no shelter, no wood; consequently I am wet
all day. All the wood we have is green brush and roots they let us pick from
the bank. This is very little; we use it for cooking.
SOURCE: John Worrell
Northrop, Chronicles from the Diary of a War Prisoner in Andersonville
and Other Military Prisons of the South in 1864, p. 45
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