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fully, and was succeeding admirably in subduing his carnal 

 appetites and passions. 



Bless me, the steamer is whistling and I must close. 



As ever 



Daddy Goodell. 



Some time about the first of May the paymaster arrived. 

 It was an occasion of great interest to the soldiers, as they 

 had not been paid for nearly six months. Many wished 

 to send money to their families, who in many cases were 

 sorely in need of it. But they were more than two hundred 

 miles from New Orleans, the nearest point from which they 

 could send it with any safety. There were no Confederates 

 in arms between them and New Orleans, but the country 

 was full of men who had broken with law and order, and who 

 held any human life very cheap except their own, and who 

 would take great risks with that when money was at stake. 

 How to send the money the men could spare to New Orleans 

 became a vital question. It not only required an honest 

 man and a good accountant, but it required a man of cour- 

 age, whose head was level, and would be under any cir- 

 cumstances, and whose resources were at command in any 

 emergency. The colonel nominated Lieutenant Goodell, 

 and the regiment confirmed the nomination by unani- 

 mous vote. This tells its own story of the position he had 

 won for himself in the minds of his fellow soldiers, both 

 officers and privates. 



In a paper printed in this volume entitled, "How the pay 

 of the regiment was carried to New Orleans," he has made 

 it very apparent that the responsibility he felt made the 

 duty imposed upon him a very arduous one. During his 



