John McElroy, Andersonville: A Story of Rebel Military Prisons…
“ It was another pen, with high walls of thick pine plank, which told us only too plainly how vain were our expectations of exchange. When we were turned inside, and I realized that the gates of another prison had closed upon me, hope forsook me. I flung our odious little possessions-our can, chess-board, overcoat, and blanket-upon the ground, and, sitting down beside them, gave way to the bitterest despair. I wanted to die, O, so badly. Never in all my life had I desired anything in the world so much as I did now to get out of it. ”
