Last Wednesday I was on guard and at night Sharp & I were out on Patrol and caught a nigger, within 20 feet of us, mounted on a good pony, with a Remington Rifle, Chamber open, in one hand and a cartridge in the other. Next morning he told a pretty story about going to Porac to see his wife and carrying his gun “for protection” and Capt. Griffith turned him loose. I have the cartridge that I believe he meant to shoot one of us with. He had about 40 more in a field glass case. I was on guard again last night. The boys are getting beer and whiskey both on “somewhere” and some of them are rolling pretty high, now.
