CAMP ON MARIAS RIVER, MONTANA TERRITORY,
September, 1878.
AN old proverb tells us that "All things come to to him who waits,"
but I never had faith in this, for I have patiently waited many times
for things that never found me.
But this time, after I had waited and
waited the tiresome summer through, ever hoping to come to Fort
Benton, and when I was about discouraged, "things come," and here I am
in camp with Faye, and ever so much more comfortable than I would have
been at the little old hotel at Benton.
There are only two companies here now - all the others having gone with
regimental headquarters to Fort Shaw - otherwise I could not be here,
for I could not have come to a large camp. Our tents are at the
extreme end of the line in a grove of small trees, and next to ours is
the doctor's, so we are quite cut off from the rest of the camp. Cagey
is here, and Faye has a very good soldier cook, so the little mess,
including the doctor, is simply fine. I am famished all the time, for
everything tastes so delicious after the dreadful hotel fare. The two
horses are here, and I brought my saddle over, and this morning Faye
and I had a delightful ride out on the plain. But how I did miss my
dear dog! He was always so happy when with us and the horses, and his
joyous bounds and little runs after one thing and another added much
to the pleasure of our rides.
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