I knew that he was simply piqued because I had not
let him make the bread. After his work was all done he came in and
said, with a smile that was almost a grin, "I go now - I send 'nother
boy," and go he did. But the "other boy" came in time to give us a
delicious breakfast, and everything went on just the same as when old
Charlie was here. He is in Bozeman and comes to see us often.
This Charlie takes good care of my chickens that are my pride and
delight. There are twenty, and every one is snow white; some have
heavy round topknots. I found them at different ranches. It is so cold
here that chicken roosts have to be covered with strips of blanket and
made flat and broad, so the feathers will cover the chickens' feet,
otherwise they will be frozen. It is a treat to have fresh eggs, and
without having to pay a dollar and a half per dozen for them. That is
the price we have paid for eggs almost ever since we came to the
Territory.
FORT ELLIS, MONTANA TERRITORY,
June, 1880.
EVERYTHING is packed and on the wagons - that is, all but the camp
outfit which we will use on the trip over - and in the morning we will
start on our way back to Fort Shaw.
