" ..... Sojer'n purt near is the mos' lazee fair an borin sport a man 

can 

take up. Folks waggle bout all the fightin an killin  .. fact tis 

sojerin is 

mostly doin a lot a walkin and a lot more layin about. Time were spent 

beeved up an when this was the lay of things, the days was spent with 

mornins spent doin sojer things such as marchin an calls for thems that 

was 

sick and thems that was present. Now and again they was some squamp as 

a 

constable or provost would come by an spirit one of the fellars of to 

Loosianer to face the law overn somethin afore the war sech as fer 

stealin a 

nag, chivying some shill or cut pursin some rich fellar alongst the 

traces 

to N'leans. They was a spell of that in the early days as they was some 

rascals amongst us thatd earned they keep the natchez under the hill 

style.

Victuals was always seeked and fellars was always on the leap for 

whatever 

could be had. They was much cravin of spirits an seemed no matter how 

mean 

livin got they was always busthead about. Vice an sin often held court 

amongst the Tiger Rifles and they was much troubles cause of the 

intemperant 

nature of the tribe. This fer the most part was paid no mind by the 

Officers 

as they kin that we was a rough an tumble sort common to Loosianer an 

many 

was the blind eye amongst the Officers .  They was a share a set to's 

an 

humbugs.  Most of em was a disputes after bein in the cups an went from 

'jes 

cuz' .. the Tiger Mottif for a set to .. to more complex such as petty 

theivin  disputin over wagerin or spirits or cuz a fellar was jes plumb 

ugly. The triber squabbled of'n an they was many set to's with lots of 

colorful swamp talk .. sech as ' Im half gator, half mule .. all tiger 

and 

raw ... back up you bastards Im fixin to cut loose" an some worst with 

much 

blood chilin waggle. Soons the fist would go and theyd be a tussle in 

the 

dust. Soon as they was tired they'd forgit and be hangin on eachother 

braying like jackasses and swillin busthead outn a lovin cup.   Manys 

an eve 

when they'd be a couple of the fellars that'd been in they cups an soon 

nuff 

they'd whsiper amongst themselves an with cackles would suddenly bolt 

up an 

start strollin. Asked whar they was off to they'd grin like devils and 

say 

they was off on the crawl. Soon they'd be some roarin down the line an 

runners sent to tow in  these that had stirred a row. Crawlin the line 

an 

lookin for a row or a swill lost its shine after they was several of 

the 

fellars shot up at Camp Florida for bashin ol'  Hayes durin a round of 

fisticuffs with some curs in the 8th Loosianer.

Side from this, they was much wagerin and gamin about. Fellars would 

wager 

on who could jump the highest, spit the futhest (as they was always 

baccy 

about) or who could spit an hit a palmetter bug or the like, run the 

futhest, fight the hardest. They was games of roundies, throwin bones, 

skat 

an buckin the tiger. A treat was a round of "hands"  which was always 

ripe 

with chivvy.   Those thems that wagered on it never'd learn an they'd 

play 

with a fever. They was the occasional fete with dancin and singin.

They was much  as far as chores. They was always kit to mend an punkin 

chuckers to be soaped an oiled. They was them that knew they letters to 

send 

word home, they was hagglin over some choice item an they was always 

nappin 

an scroungin ....... "