But I
must confess that I have no regret for the Indians - there are still
too many of them!
FORT SHAW, MONTANA TERRITORY,
May, 1888.
THERE can be only two more days at this dear old post, where we have
been so happy, and I want those to pass as quickly as possible, and
have some of the misery over. Our house is perfectly forlorn, with
just a few absolute necessaries in it for our use while here.
Everything has been sold or given away, and all that is left to us are
our trunks and army chests. Some fine china and a few pieces of cut
glass I kept, and even those are packed in small boxes and in the
chests.
The general selling-out business has been funny. No one in the
regiment possessed many things that they cared to move East with them,
and as we did not desire to turn our houses into second-hand shops,
where people could handle and make remarks about things we had
treasured, it was decided that everything to be sold should be moved
to the large hall, where enlisted men could attend to the shop
business.
