Fort Barnard, Va., April 16, 1862.
Dear Mother:
Have just finished signing the pay-rolls; expect to get paid off to-morrow, but not certain.
I am very tired, but the captain says I must write ten lines.
I assure you, mother, I have not tasted anything which I have said I would not touch. No man can induce me to take whiskey, brandy, or gin, or anything of the kind. The captain had a present of some native wine which I have taken, but nothing stronger.
They have got a temperance society; but my word, if I give it, I will stick by.
To see so much drunkeness in camp is enough to make one despise the stuff even as medicine.
No news of importance from this quarter of the globe.
Good-night.
Yours truly,
Leverett Bradley, Jr.
