I Am Awfully Glad Of This, As It
Will Make The Trip One Day Longer, And Take Us Over A Road That Is New
To Us, Although It Is The Direct Route From Ellis To The Park Through
Rocky Canon.
FORT ELLIS, MONTANA TERRITORY,
November, 1884.
ONLY a few days more, and then we will be off for the East! It is over
seven years since we started from Corinne on that long march north,
and I never dreamed at that time that I would remain right in this
territory, until a splendid railroad would be built to us from another
direction to take us out of it. Nearly everything is packed. We expect
to return here in the spring, but in the Army one never knows what
destiny may have waiting for them at the War Department. Besides, I
would not be satisfied to go so far away and leave things scattered
about.
The two horses, wagons, and everything of the kind have been disposed
of - not because we wanted to sell them, but because Faye was unwilling
to leave the horses with irresponsible persons during a long winter in
this climate, when the most thoughtful care is absolutely necessary to
keep animals from suffering. Lieutenant Gallagher of the cavalry
bought them, and we are passing through our second experience of
seeing others drive around horses we have petted, and taught to know
us apart from all others. George almost broke my heart the other day.
He was standing in front of Lieutenant Gallagher's quarters, that are
near ours, when I happened to go out on the walk, not knowing the
horses were there. He gave a loud, joyous whinnie, and started to come
to me, pulling Pete and the wagon with him. I ran back to the house,
for I could not go to him! He had been my own horse, petted and fed
lumps of sugar every day with my own hands, and I always drove him in
single harness, because his speed was so much greater than Pete's.
My almost gownless condition has been a cause of great worry to me,
but Pogue has promised to fix up my wardrobe with a rush, and after
the necessary time for that in Cincinnati, I will hurry on to Columbus
Barracks for my promised visit to Doctor and Mrs. Gordon. Then on
home! Faye will go to Cincinnati with me, and from there to the United
States Naval Home, of which his father is governor at present. I will
have to go there, too, before so very long.
We attended a pretty cotillon in Bozeman last evening and remained
overnight at the hotel. Faye led, and was assisted by Mr. Ladd, of
Bozeman. It was quite a large and elaborate affair, and there were
present "the butcher, the baker, and candlestick maker." Nevertheless,
everything was conducted with the greatest propriety. There are five
or six very fine families in the small place - people of culture and
refinement from the East - and their influence in the building up of
the town has been wonderful.
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