WARREN LETTER: TIGER LIFE
" ..... 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 ofthe 
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 
wageron 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 ....... "