Nov 1861 The army teamster-Charley Robinson who is writing some very pleasant letters from Washington over the signature of "Konemik," in the Green Bay Advocate gives the following sketch of the army teamster: The army teamster is of a separate nationality from all the world. His costume is a pair of brown trousers, a red flannel shirt, a military cap picked up from the debris of some encampment, and a canteen. He generally hails from Pennsylvania. He drives with the inevitable single line, sits on the near wheel horse of mule and observes to the members of his team at short intervals through the day that if they don't hump and hey and go long he will send them to hell endways. He never knows where he is going to and I have very grave doubts whether he has a clear idea where he came from. He lives in his wagon and his horses live beside it. He is at home wherever night overtakes him, unhitches his horses ties two of them to the rear box at the rear end and two at the fore end, eats his supper has a good comfortable swear at everything and everybody and goes to bed. He gets drunk singly by squads, by platoons and by companies. I wanted twelve wagons the other day to haul ammunition and failed because the whole available train of thirty was having its tri-weekly drunk