Sick come to the
south gate in horrible crowds. Every inch of ground covered. What sights, what
groans! Nine hundred admitted outside, the remainder carried groaning back
about noon to be returned in the morning. Oh, for the Messiah, the hem of whose
garment they might touch and be healed!
SOURCE: John Worrell
Northrop, Chronicles from the Diary of a War Prisoner in Andersonville
and Other Military Prisons of the South in 1864, p. 97
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