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. The first year we were at Fort Ellis one
would see every now and then a number, usually four numerals, painted
in bright red on the sidewalk. Everyone knew that to have been the
work of vigilantes, and was a message to some gambler or horse thief
to get himself out of town or stand the shotgun or rope jury. The
first time I saw those red figures - I knew what they were for - it
seemed as if they had been made in blood, and step over them I could
not. I went out in the road around them. We have seen none of those
things during the past two years, and for the sake of those who have
worked so hard for law and order, we hope the desperado element has
passed on.
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