The Arkansas in the Civil War Message Board

4 September, 1862

Daily Times, Leavenworth, Kansas US
[From the Council Bluffs Nonpareil.]
Letter from the Army.

The following letter received by a young lady of this city, from her brother, in Co. B., 4th Iowa infantry, is worth reading. The young lady being, as are all young ladies who have younger brothers in the army, somewhat concerned for the morals of the lad, wrote him a letter propounding a few very proper questions, to which letter the following answer was received:

Batesville, Ark., Aug. 1

My Dear Sister: In a letter received today, from you, I find a few plain questions, which I now proceed candidly to answer, to the best of my ability:
1st. "Do you chew tobacco or smoke cigars?"
Ans. I don't smoke cigars enough to hurt, for in that part of the country where it has been our fortune to flourish, such civilized luxuries cannot be procured upon ordinary occasions. I smoke my tobacco in a pipe, as a general thing, but take cigars when I get them.
2d. ”Do you drink whisky or swear?"
Ans. I never indulge in "ardent" except in extreme cases, such, for instance, as when the weather is very hot, a little taken internally is good to prevent sun stroke, or in cold weather to prevent frost bites, or in wet weather to prevent the chills and fever, or in very dry weather to clear out the dust. With these exceptions, I seldom imbibe, unless somebody treats. As for swearing, to hear me sometimes, you might think that I was the worst fellow in the world, but measured by the standard of morals in society here, I am not by any means considered a profane youth.
3d."Do I read the Bible?"
I do occasionally, but for general reading I find more news in the St. Louis dailies, and in letters from home—but haven't read many from you lately. I turn out to preaching every opportunity, but don't pray very often. Used to prey hard for something to eat, and then "preyed" hard when I get it; have prayed a good deal, lately, for answers to several letters that I wrote about a month ago, but, it seems, the prayers of the wicked don't avail much. Your confessing brother,