It Has A Long Hall Running
Through The Center, And On The Left Side Major Hunt And His Family
Have The Four Rooms, And We Have The Two On The Right.
Our kitchen is
across the yard, and was a chicken house not so very long ago.
It has
no floor, of course, so we had loads of dirt dug out and all filled in
again with clean white sand, and now, after the log walls have been
scraped and whitened, and a number of new shelves put up, it is really
quite nice. Our sleeping room has no canvas on the walls inside, and
much of the chinking has fallen out, leaving big holes, and I never
have a light in that room after dark, fearing that Indians might shoot
me through those holes. They are skulking about the post all the time.
We have another cook now - a soldier of course - and one that is rather
inexperienced. General Phillips ordered Findlay back to the company,
saying he was much needed there, but he was company cook just one day
when he was transferred to the general's own kitchen. Comment is
unnecessary! But it is all for the best, I am sure, for Farrar is very
fond of Hal, and sees how intelligent he is, just as I do. The little
dog is chained to a kennel all the time now, and, like his mistress,
is trying to become dignified.
Faye was made post adjutant this morning, which we consider rather
complimentary, since the post commander is in the cavalry, and there
are a number of cavalry lieutenants here. General Dickinson is a
polished old gentleman, and his wife a very handsome woman who looks
almost as young as her daughter. Miss Dickinson, the general's older
daughter, is very pretty and a fearless rider. In a few
How very funny that I should have forgotten to tell you that I have a
horse, at least I hope he will look like a horse when he has gained
some flesh and lost much long hair. He is an Indian pony of very good
size, and has a well-shaped head and slender little legs. He has a fox
trot, which is wonderfully easy, and which he apparently can keep up
indefinitely, and like all Indian horses can "run like a deer." So,
altogether, he will do very well for this place, where rides are
necessarily curtailed. I call him Cheyenne, because we bought him of
Little Raven, a Cheyenne chief. I shall be so glad when I can ride
again, as I have missed so much the rides and grand hunts at Fort
Lyon.
Later: The mail is just in, and letters have come from Fort Lyon
telling us of the death of Lieutenant Baldwin! It is dreadful - and
seems impossible. They write that he became more and more despondent,
until finally it was impossible to rouse him sufficiently to take an
interest in his own life.
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