Buntyn Station. Spent the day in
darning stockings. Listened to Brownlow read in tent. But when night came there
was a scene at once ludicrous and deplorable. Music was started in the 4th
Platoon tent; Parker with his fiddle, Bill Bailey with the banjo, Day's
tambourine, Byness with the bones, and Goodman's clarinet. But Quartermaster
had brought some bottled whiskey into camp and it broke up in a drunken row.
Deplorable, deplorable sight. Rec'd a letter from Thomas and a Milwaukee Sentinel of
the 18th, mailed on the 20th inst.
SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 29
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