Camp Moore, St. Helena Parish, La.

June 14th, 1861

To my dear Mother

The present is the first opportunity I have had to write to you and I guess it will be short anyhow. I am sitting on a knapsack and my paper on my thigh --ain't it comfortable! I am getting along as well as I can expect. I am perfectly well, etc. Provisions are mighty scarce -- none for breakfast -- almost board our siloes. Those who have no money have to go dry. We are camped on a beautiful ground 75 miles above New Orleans -- the Tangipahoa River on one side and a creek on the other. Both run pure, clear water -- pine woods. There are about 2000 soldiers here now -- some time ago there were 8000.

We are in the Eighth Regiment of Louisiana Volunteers, Col. Kelly, Com. I wrote to you from N. O. -- sent a picture, etc. We stay six in a tent, cook turn-about- Dick Love and I and two fellows you don't know. Mighty few of the boys are satisfied. All say if God forgives them this time they will not do so any more. I am not sorry at all -- if I were back I'd go again.

I wish you could be here an hour or two - it is a more interesting place than N. O. Well I must stop -- I wrote enough for today. Don't write yet until I say where to address the regiment. We think of leaving Tuesday -- today is Sunday. Tell George to come -- I think this would suit him.

Your same son,

Amos