Civil War Letter "Whiskey" and "Pickets Popping Away" with Letter Cover

Civil War Letter "Whiskey" and "Pickets Popping Away" with Letter Cover this letter is accompanied by a note that says this letter is from Edward Lewis of the 12th Mass who was wounded at Gettysburg. I have not been able to confirm this to be for sure.  This is a great early war letter with great life on the Potomac content.
 
Skunks Misery Sept. 29, 1861
 
Dear Uncle:
I received a letter from you last night, also one from England. I was right glad to hear from home again and to let you know that I appreciate such favors. I shall send something in the shape of a letter back by the first mail. It is Sunday here with us, but if you was here, you could not tell it from any other day only by name.
Our Co. is on guard as usual. We have nothing but guard duty to do now. As you will see we have moved from Bainestour since
 
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I wrote you last. I gave this place the best name that I could think of. That is, the most suitable. We are here encamped on the banks of the Potomac river watching for something to shoot at in the shape of a rebel, but we have not seen anything yet of any account.
 
The pickets amuse themselves by popping away at each other, but they don’t do much damage. The people around here are about all secessionists, but they try to hide it all they can, but they will let the cat out of the bag once in a while.
Sometimes I think that we should have any fighting to do. Then again it looks as though we should have a plenty of it to do. Some of our officers say that we shall spend Christmas at home, but I don’t think everything down that they say. I only hope that it may be so. For I am getting tired of this kind of life. It is one thing over and over again.
 
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You have an idea what we are getting [ready] used to our fare, well I don’t know but what a person can get used to anything, but I don’t believe it yet, and I shan’t until I am fully convinced.
 
When we first came here we had nothing to eat but hard bread, salt junk and coffee, and only half enough at that. Now we have no salt junk at all, and we have good white bread, fresh beef, baked beans, and other things which we did not have then. I don’t believe that A. G. C. spells Day, yet, Mr. Glidden. All it wants to make the soldiers contented is enough to eat and then has never been a time since we have been in Md. but what we could have had it, had our Quartermaster done his duty, but he straight to much of his [jackets?] and the whiskey bottle until the soldiers get on track of him. All that he gets ahead of them now. He can can put in the corner of his eye. I shall have to stop writing until tomorrow. Good night.