Painter2
camp of instruction 
		Richmond 
	  Aug 22 1861 Va 
Dear father and mother 
I take my pen in hand 
to let you know that 
I am well and hope 
when theas few lines 
come to hand they may 
find you injoying the same 
blessing  I like the camp 
life fine  we air fareing very 
we get lite bread & bacon & 
rice & dride apples  coffee beef sugar 
thare air some of our boys 
in the hauspittle but tha 
air all getting better 
father we have not got our 
arms  we dont know 
when we will leave 
richmond  father you 
know more a bout the 
news then I do 
dont read any more on this side 
[page 2] 
    father & mothe I have 
seen more since I have 
been In richmond then 
you could shake a stick 
at  we have prayer meating 
every night & preaching 
every sundy  I have seen 
the verry yankeys  we 
have about 3000 priseners 
we got caps to wear  James 
hamilto sent word that 
we was hard looking 
cases  you would laugh 
to see me rubbing the 
shirttails you or to 
see me making up bread 
throwing the do from 
east to west mother 
i had my likeness 
taken i will send it 
to you the first 
		+get it
chance you can + it at 
amsterdam ) [halt?] 
[page 3]
father I would like to have 
a bout 3 dollars if you 
can get it  if you do send 
me any be care full to 
direct your letter to camp 
of instucktion richmond 
Va in care of P G Bre—
ckinridge  we dont 
drill much  I have stood 
guard wonce  we stand 
2 hours and rest four and 
then next day we can go 
to town  we see the 
verry gals in richmond 
while i am writing the 
boys air getting supper 
some baking pyse 
som air eatting and 
so on  tell the girls 
to write to me tell 
tell susy write to 
me  we air all in fine 
spirits amen amen 
[page 4]
we have a Jolly 
old time  tell all th 
childron howdy for 
me  I here cannons 
fireing every day  it is 
our artillery a practice 
ing the air thr+ 
+owing breast works 
all around richmond 
you mus excuse 
my bad writing and 
spelling nothing 
at preasent mossy 
John hammer away 
at the old guns 
write to me soon 
so I will know 
that you get my 
letters  yours untill death 
	so good By 
  James B Painter 
if you send me some money 
send it soon [nem?] leave 
		son 
 


