At 9 o'clock another
man was shot. He was crossing the swamp in the east part to go to his lodging.
Attempting to clear the mud, he leaped to a root near the dead line, but not up
to it. The ball entered above the hip, and passed to the intestines. His groans
and shouts are pitiable.
SOURCE: John Worrell
Northrop, Chronicles from the Diary of a War Prisoner in Andersonville
and Other Military Prisons of the South in 1864, p. 77
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