CHAPTER XII. THE COMPANY HAS BEEN ORDERED TO PROCEED WITHOUT DELAY TO FORT MAGINUS, A POST THAT IS JUST BEING ESTABLISHED, AND TO ASSIST ANOTHER COMPANY IN BUILDING TEMPORARY LOG QUARTERS. THE OTHER COMPANY WILL GO FROM FORT MAZULA AND HAS TO REMAIN AT THE NEW POST DURING THE WINTER, BUT FACE COMPANY WILL RETURN HERE IN NOVEMBER. We were all ready to go to the Yellowstone Park next week with General and Mrs. Bork, but this order from Department Headquarters upsets everything. The company was designated there, and go it must, although Faye has been at Fort Shaw only six weeks. He has command, of course, as Colonel Knight is east on recruiting service, and the First Lieutenant is abroad. General and Mrs. Bork could not understand at first why I would not go with him to the park just the same, but I understood perfectly, and said at once that I would go to McGuinness with Faye, for to go in one direction where there is only a weekly mail, and Faye to go in another direction where there is no mail at all, and through an Indian country, was not to be considered one second. I was half afraid that the commanding officer might forbid my going with Faye, as he could have done, but he did not, and when he saw that I could not be persuaded to change my mind, an ambulance was ordered to go with the command, so I can have a shelter when it storms, for I shall ride Betty on the trip. The distance over is one hundred and fifty miles, right across mountains and valleys, and there will be only a faint trail to guide us, and I am anticipating great delight in such a long horseback ride through a wild country. We will have everything for our comfort, too. Faye will be in command, and that means much, and a young contract surgeon, who has been recently appointed, will go with us, and our Chinese cook will go also. I have always wanted to take a trip of this kind, and know that it will be like one long picnic, only much nicer. I never cared for real picnics. They always have so much headache with them. We have very little to do for the march, as our camp outfit is in unusually fine condition. After Charlie's fixie of so much mess-chest-china, Faye had made to order a complete set for four people of white agate ware with blue bands. We have two sets of plates, vegetable dishes, cups and saucers, egg cups, soup plates, and a number of small pieces. The plates and dishes also platters can be folded together and consequently require very little room, and it is a great comfort to know that these things are unbreakable and that we will not be left without plates for the table when we get in the wilds. And the ware, being white, looks very nice, not in the least like tin. It came yesterday just in time. The two squirrels I carried to the woods and turned loose. I could not take them, and I would not leave them to be neglected perhaps. The tiger was still a tiger, and as wild and fierce as when he came from the sawmill, and was undoubtedly an old squirrel, not to be taught new tricks. The flying thing was wholly lacking in sense. I scattered pounds of nuts all about and hoped that the two little animals will not suffer. The Chinaman insisted upon our taking those chickens. He goes out every now and then and gives them big pans of food and talks to them in Chinese, with a voice and expression that makes one almost want to weep, because the chickens have to be left behind. We are to start on the eighteenth, and on the nineteenth we had expected to give a dinner—a very nice one, too. I am awfully sorry that we could not have given it before going away, for there are so many things to do here during the winter. The doctor has had no experience whatever in camp life, and we are wondering how he will like it.  End of letter. Camp near Jeannas in the Judith Basin, August 1880. This will be left at a little trading store as we pass tomorrow morning, with the hope that it will soon be taken on to Benton and posted. So far the trip has been delightful, and every bit as nice as I had anticipated. The day we left the post was more than hot, it was simply scorching, and my whole face on the right side, ear and all, was blistered before we got to the ferry. Just now I am going through a process of peeling which is not beautifying, and is most painful. Before we had come two miles it was discovered that a washer was lacking on one of the wheels of a wagon, and a man was sent back on a mule to get one. This caused a delay and made fate cross, for it really was inexcusable in the wagon master to send a wagon out on a trip like this in that condition. The doctor did not start with the command, but rode up while we were waiting for the man with the washer. The soldiers were lounging on the ground near the wagons, talking and laughing. But when they saw the doctor coming there was perfect silence over there, and I watched and listened, curious to see what effect the funny sight would have upon them. First one sat up, then another, and some stood up, then some one of them giggled, and that was quite enough to start every one of them to laughing. They were too far away for the laughing and snickering to be disrespectful, or even to be noticed much, but I knew why they laughed, for I laughed, too. The doctor did not present a military appearance. He is the very smallest man I ever saw, and he was on a government horse that is known by its great height, sixteen hands and two inches, I believe. And the little man's stirrups were about half way down the horse's sides, and his knees almost on the horse's back. All three of us are wearing officer's white cork helmets, but the doctor's is not a success, being ever so much too large for his small head. Consequently, it had tilted back and found a resting place on his shoulders, covering his ears and the upper part of his already hot face. For a whip he carried a little switch not much longer than his gauntlets, and which would have puzzled the big horse if struck by it. With it all the little man could not ride, and as his government saddle was evidently intended for a big person, he seemed uncertain as to which was the proper place to sit, the pommel, the middle, or the curved back. All during that first day's march the soldiers watched him. I knew this, although we were at the head of the column. For every time he would start his horse up a little, I could hear smothered laughter back of us. It was late when we finally got across the Missouri on the funny ferry boat, so we camped for the night on this side, near the ferryman's house. It was the doctor's first experience in camp, and of course he did not know how to make himself comfortable. He suffered from the heat, and became still warmer by rushing up and down, fanning himself and fighting mosquitoes. Then after dinner he had his horse saddled, a soldier helped him to mount, and he rode back and forth bobbing all sorts of ways, until fate could stand it no longer, and told him to show some mercy to the beast that had carried him all day, and would have to do the same for days to come. Most of the camps have been in beautiful places, always by some clear stream where often there was good trout fishing. In one or two of these we found grayling, a very gamey fish that many epicures consider more delicate than the trout. We have a fine way of keeping fish for the following day. As soon as possible, after they have been caught, we pack them in long, wet, grass, and put them in a cool spot, and in this way they will keep remarkably fresh. We have had an abundance of game, too. All kinds of grouse and prairie chicken, and the men killed one antelope. The Chinaman thought that fey shot quite too many birds, and began to look cross when they were brought in, which annoyed me exceedingly, and I was determined to stop it. So one evening, after fey had taken some young chicken to the cook tent, I said to the doctor, come with me, and, going over to the tent, I picked up the birds and went to some trees nearby, and, handing the doctor one, asked him to help me pick them, at the same time commencing to pull the feathers out of one myself. The poor doctor looked as though he was wishing he had made a specialty of dementia, and stood like a goose, looking at the chicken. Charlie soon became very restless, one inside the tent, and then came out, humming all the time. Finally he gave in, and, coming over to us, fairly snatched the birds from me, and said, me fixie him, and carried the whole bunch back to his tent, where we could not see him. Since that evening Charlie has been the most delighted one in camp when fey has brought birds in. All the way we have had only a faint trail to follow, and often even that could not be seen after we had crossed a stream. At such places fey, the doctor, and I, would spread out and search for it. As Betty and I were always put in the middle, we were usually the finders. One day we came up a hill that was so steep that twelve mules had to be hitched to each wagon in order to get it up. Another day we went down a hill where the trail was so sidling that the men had to fasten big ropes to the upper side of each wagon to hold it right side up as it was drawn down. Another day we made only a few miles because of the deep cut banks of a narrow little stream that wound around and across a valley and which we had to cross eight times. At every crossing the banks had to be sloped off and the bed built up before the wagons could be drawn over. Watching all this has been most entertaining and the whole trip is making a man of the doctor. Tonight we are in camp in the Judith Basin and by the Judith River, a beautiful stream, and by far the largest we have seen on the march. And just across the river from us is a stockade, very high and very large, with heavy board gate that was closed as we came past. We can see the roof of the cabin inside and a stove pipe sticking up through it. Fay says that he has just heard that the place is a nest of horse thieves of the boldest and most daring type, and that one of them is coming to see him this evening. He was told all this by the Frenchman Junot, who has a little trading store a mile or so from here. Fay and the doctor rode over there as soon as the tents had been pitched to ascertain if the company from Missoula had passed. Our trail, and the one from the Bitterroot Valley, forked there. The company passed several days ago, so we will go on in the morning, otherwise we would have been obliged to wait for it. I had to stay here all alone, as Fay would not consent to my going with him. He gave me one of his big pistols, and I had my own small one, and these I put on a table in the tent after they had gone, and then fastened the tent flaps tight and sat down to wait events. But the tent soon became stifling, and it occurred to me that it was foolish to shut myself up so I could not see whatever might come until it was right upon me. So, putting my pistol in my pocket and hiding the other, I opened the tent and went out. The first thing I saw was a fishing pole with line and fly and that I took, and the next was the first sergeant watching me. I knew then that Fay had told him to take care of me. I went over to tell him that I was going for a fish, and then on down to the beautiful river whose waters are green and very much the color of the Niagara River. I cast the fly over on the water, and instantly a large fish came up, took the fly, and went down again so easily and gracefully that he scarcely made a ripple on the water until he felt the pull of the line. That was when I forgot everything connected with camp—Fay, horse thieves, and Indians. I had no reel, of course, and getting the big fish out of the water was a problem, for I was standing on a rather high and steep bank. It jumped and jerked in a way that made me afraid I might be pulled down instead of my pulling the fish up, so I began to draw him in and then up, hand over hand, not daring to breathe while he was suspended in the air. It called for every bit of my strength as the shiny thing was so heavy. But I got him in, and his length was just twice the width of my handkerchief, a splendid salmon trout. I laid it back of a rock in the shade, and went on down the stream, casting my one fly, and very soon I caught another trout of precisely the same size as the first, and which I landed the same way, too. I put it by the rock with the other. I kept on down the river, whipping it with my lucky fly every few steps, but I caught no more fish, neither did I get a rise. But I did not mind that, for I had the two beauties, and I was having a grand time, too. I had caught both large fish without assistance, and with a common willow pole. All that serenity was upset, however, when I heard my name called with such a roar that I came near jumping over the bank to save myself from whatever was after me. But the What Are You Doing So Far From Camp came just in time to stop me. It was Faye, of course, and he was Cross, because I had gone so far alone, and had, in a way, disregarded his instructions, had done as I pleased after he had left me alone. I wanted to go to Junaz, therefore, was not one bit sorry that I had frightened him, and said not a word to his sputtering about the danger from Indians and horse thieves as we started back to camp. After we had gone a little distance up, I said, I left something by that rock. I tried to lift the big fish to show him, but they were too heavy, and I had to hold up one at a time, as I said. This is Mr. Indian, and this is Mr. Horse Thief. Faye was almost speechless over my having caught two such large trout, and started to camp with them at such a pace I had to run almost to keep up. He thought of something of great importance to say to the First Sergeant, simply because he wanted to show them to the company. Some beautiful trout have been brought in by the enlisted men who went up the river, and I am so glad, for now they will have such a nice supper. The horse thieves undoubtedly knew this country well when they selected this valley for their hiding place. They have an abundance of delicious fish the year round at their very door, and there is any amount of game near, both furred and feathered, and splendid vegetables they can certainly raise, for they have just sent Faye a large grain sack overflowing with tender sweet corn, new beets, turnips, cabbage, and potatoes. This will be a grand treat to us, as our own vegetables gave out several days ago. But just think of accepting these things from a band of desperados and horse thieves. Their garden must be inside the immense stockade, for there is nothing of the kind to be seen outside. They probably keep themselves in readiness for a long siege by sheriff and posse that may come down upon them at any time without warning, and all the time they know that if ever caught stealing horses their trial will last just as long as it will take to drag them to a tree that has a good, strong branch. Charlie says that he is a mason, and reads every evening in a book that is of his own printing. It is really wonderful. Every evening after dinner he sits out in front of his tent with a large silk handkerchief over his head, and perhaps another with which to fight the ever-present mosquitoes, and reads until dark. He is the only literary person in the command, and we are quite proud of him. He is a great comfort to Faye and me, for his cooking is delicious. The doctor has a camp appetite now, and is not as finicky as when we started on the trip. End of Letter. Fort McGinnis, Montana Territory, September 1880 It is almost one week since we got here, but I have not written before as no mail has been sent out. I hope that the letter left with Jeannot has been received. Also the two or three notes that were given to horsemen we met on their way to Fort Benton. At first Faye did not tell me all that he knew about those horse thieves in the Judith Basin, but it finally came out that the trader, Jeannot, had told him a most blood-curdling tale of events to come. He had declared most positively that the desperados were planning to attack the command the very next morning while crossing the Judith Mountains, with the hope, of course, of getting the animals. He also told Faye that one of them would be in camp that evening to ask permission to go with him to McGinnis. Faye said the whole story was absurd, particularly the attack, as those horse thieves would never dare attack government troops. Besides, he had over fifty good men with him, and probably there were only ten or twelve horse thieves, so not much attention was paid to what the old Frenchman had said. But after dinner, when we were sitting outside and Faye and the doctor were smoking, a man came around the corner of the tent with long, swinging strides, and was in our midst before we had dreamed of anyone being near. He spoke to Faye courteously, and, declining a chair, dropped down full length on the ground, with elbows in the grass and chin on the palms of his hands. His feet were near the tent and his face out, which placed him in a fine position to observe everything in the camp without anyone seeing that he was doing so, especially as his eyes were screened by a soft, broad-brimmed hat. It was impossible to see their color, of course. He was young, not over twenty-eight or thirty, and handsome, with a face that was almost girlish in its fairness. His hair was neatly cut, and so was his light mustache, and his smooth face showed that he had recently shaved. He was tall and life, and from his chin to his toes was dressed in fine buckskin, shirt, trousers, leggings, and moccasins, and around his neck was tied a blue cotton handkerchief, new and clean. That the man could be a horse thief, and outlaw seemed most incredible. He talked very well, too, of the country and the game, and we were enjoying the change in our usual after-dinner camp conversation when suddenly up he jumped and, turning around, looked straight at Faye, and then, like a bomb, came the request to be allowed to go with him to Fort McGinnis. He raised the brim of his hat, and there seemed to be a look of defiance in his steel blue eyes. But Faye had been expecting this, and knowing that he was more than a match for the villain, he got up from his camp stool leisurely, and, with great composure, told the man, certainly I will be very glad to have someone along who knows the trail so well. To be told that he knew the trail must have been disconcerting to the man, but not one word did he say in reference to it. After he had gone Faye went over to the company, where he remained some time, and I learned later that he had been giving the first sergeant careful instructions for the next day. I could not sleep that night because of horrible dreams, dreams of long, yellow snakes with fiery eyes crawling through green grass. I have thought so many times since of how perfectly maddening it must have been to those horse thieves, to have twenty-two nice, fat mules and three horses brought almost within the shadow of their very own stockade, and yet have it so impossible to gather them in. At the appointed time the buckskin man appeared the following morning on a beautiful chestnut horse with fancy bridle and Mexican saddle, and with him came a friend, his pal, he told Faye, who was much older and was a sullen, villainous-looking man. Both were armed with rifles and pistols, but there was nothing remarkable in that. In this country it is a necessity. We started off very much as usual, except that Faye kept rather close to the pal, which left Betty and me alone most of the time, just a little at one side. I noticed that directly back of the horse thieves walked a soldier armed with rifle and pistol, and Faye told me that night that he was one of the best sharpshooters in the army, and that he was back of those men with orders to shoot them down like dogs if they made one treacherous move. The buckskin man was one of the most graceful riders I ever saw and evidently loved his fine mount, as I saw him stroke his neck several times, and the man himself was certainly handsome. Faye had told me that I must not question anything he might tell me to do, so after we had crossed the valley, and gone up the mountains a little distance, he called to me in a voice unnecessarily loud that I must be tired riding so far, and had better get in the ambulance for a while. I immediately dismounted, and giving the bridal rain to a soldier I waited for the ambulance to come up. As I got in I felt that perhaps I was doing the first act in an awful tragedy. The horsemen and wagons had stopped during the minute or two I was getting in, but I saw soldiers moving about, and just as soon as I was seated I looked out to see what was going on. A splendid old sergeant was going to the front with four soldiers whom I knew were men to be trusted, each one with rifle, bayonet, and beltful of cartridges, and then I saw that some of the plans for that day's trip had not been told to me.  There were four men at the rear of the wagons, and the posting of these rear and advance guards, and placing men on either side of the wagons, had been done without one order from Faye, so my dismounting must have been the signal for the sergeant to carry out the orders Faye had given him the night before. Not by one turn of the head did those outlaws show that they noticed those changes. In that way we crossed the range. We met a dozen or more men of the very roughest type, each one heavily armed. They were in parties of two and three, and Faye thinks that the signal was passed between one of them and the pal, but there was no attack as had been predicted. What might have taken place, however, if Faye had not been prepared, no one can tell. Certainly part of Jeannas's story had been carried out. The horse-thief came to the tent and came with us to McGinnis, and it was not because he wanted the protection of the troops. Faye insists that an attack was never thought of, but as he was responsible for government property, including the animals, he had to make preparation to protect them. Of course those men wanted only the animals. We passed many places on the divide that were ideal for an ambush, bluffs, huge boulders and precipices, everything perfect for a successful hold-up. The men came on to the post with us and were in camp two nights with the soldiers. The second day from the Judith we stopped for lunch in near a small stream where there were a great many choked cherry bushes, and Buckskin Joe, that was his name, brought large bunches of the cherries to me. His manner showed refinement, and I saw that his wonderful eyes could be tender as well as steely. Perhaps he had sisters at the old home, and perhaps too I was the first woman he had seen in months to remind him of them. I shall always believe that he is from good people, some place east, that his daredevil nature got him into some kind of trouble there, and that he came to this wild country to hide from justice. The very morning after we got here, not long after our breakfast, he appeared at our tent with a fine young deer slung across the back of his horse, which he presented to us. He had just killed it. It was most acceptable as there was no fresh meat in camp. He and his pal stayed around that day and night, and then quietly disappeared. Not one of the soldiers even saw them go. About six years after this occurrence there was a graphic account in the western papers of the horrible death of Buckskin Joe, who was known as one of the most daring and slippery horse thieves in the territory. After evading arrest many times, he was finally hunted down by a sheriff's posse when his fiendish fighting excited the admiration of those who were killing him. A bullet broke one of his legs and he went down, but he kept on shooting, and so fast that no one dared approach him, and when the forearm of his pistol hand was shattered he grasped the pistol with the other hand and continued to shoot, even when he could not sit up, but had to hold himself up by the elbow of his broken arm. He was finally killed, fairly riddled with bullets. He knew of course all the time what his fate would be if taken alive, and he chose the cold lead instead of the end of a rope. End of footnote. It was pleasant to meet our old friends here. Colonel Palmer is in command, and I was particularly glad to see them. After Mrs. Palmer had embraced me she held me off a little and said, What have you been doing to your face? My, but you are ugly. The skin on the blistered side has peeled off in little strips, leaving the new skin very white in between the parched brown of the old, so I expect I do resemble a zebra or an Indian with his war paint on. The post, which is only a camp as yet, is located at the upper end of a beautiful valley, and back of us is a canyon and mountains are on both sides. Far down the valley is a large Indian village, and we can distinctly see the tepees, and often hear the tom-toms when the Indians dance. There are other Indian camps near, and it is not safe to go far from the tents without an escort. It seems to be a wonderful country for game. Deer, grouse, and prairie chicken. Twice we have seen deer come down from the mountains and drink from the stream just below the post. Betty and I have scared up chicken every time we have taken little runs around the camp, and Faye has shot large bags of them. They are not as great a treat to us as to our friends, for we had so many on the way over. We have two wall tents, one for sitting-room and one for bedroom, and in front a fly has been stretched. Our folding camp furniture makes the tents very comfortable. Back of these is the mess or dining-tent, and back of that is the cook-tent. Faye has a small range now, which keeps him squeaking or half singing all the time. One morning before we got this stove from the quarter-master, breakfast was late, very late. The wind was blowing agale, and after waiting and waiting, we concluded that Charlie must be having trouble with a little sheet iron camp stove. So Faye went back to see what was the matter. He returned laughing, and said he had found a most unhappy Chinaman, that Charlie was holding the stove down with a piece of wood with one hand and, with the other, was trying to keep the breakfast on the stove. You know the stove-pipe goes up through a piece of tin fastened in the roof of the tent, which is slanting, and when the canvas catches the wind and flops up and down and every other way, the stove-pipe naturally has to go with it. The wind was just right that morning to flop everything, canvas, pipe, stove, and breakfast, too, particularly the delicate Saratoga chips Charlie had prepared for us, and which, Faye said, were being blown about like yellow rose-leaves. The poor little heathen was distracted, but when he saw Faye he instantly became a general and said at once, you hold him, me takey breakfast. So Faye, having a desire for breakfast, held down the stove while Charlie got things together. The Saratoga chips were delicate and crisp and looked nice, too, but neither the doctor nor I asked Faye if they were some of the rose-leaves or just plain potatoes from a dish. Charlie is splendid and most resourceful. Very near our tent is a small stream of cold, clear water, and on one side of this he has made a little cave of stones through which the water runs, and in this he keeps the butter, milk, and desserts that require a cool place. He is pottering around about something all the time. There is just one poor cow in the whole camp, so we cannot get much milk, only one pint each day, but we consider ourselves very fortunate in getting any at all. I brought over fourteen dozen eggs packed in boxes with salt. We are to start back the first of November, so after we got here I worked out a little problem in mathematics and found that the eggs would last by using only two each day. But Charlie does better than this. He will manage to get along without eggs for a day or two, and then will surprise us with a fine omelet or custard, but he keeps an exact account and never exceeds his allowance. The doctor is still with us, and shows no inclination to join the officer's mess that has just been started. He seems to think that he is one of the family, and would be greatly surprised and hurt, probably, if he should discover that we would rather be alone.  One bright morning it was discovered that a long line of them had left their teepees and were coming in this direction. They were riding single-file, of course, and were chanting and beating tom-toms in a way that made one's blood feel frozen. I was out on one of the little hills at the time riding Betty, and happened to be about the first to see them. I started for the post at once at a fast gate, and told Faye and Colonel Palmer about them. But as soon as it was seen that they were actually coming to the post, I rode out again about as fast as I had come in, and went to a bit of high ground, where I could command a view of the camp, and at the same time be screened by bushes and rocks. And there I remained until those savages were well on their way back to their own village. Then I went in, and was laughed at by everyone, and assured by some that I had missed a wonderful sight. The Crees are Canadian Indians, and are here for a hunt by permission of both governments. They and the Sioux are very hostile to each other. Therefore when four or five Sioux swooped down upon them a few days ago, and drove off twenty of their ponies, the Crees were frantic. It was an insult not to be put up with. So some of their best young warriors were sent after them. They recaptured the ponies and killed one Sioux. Now an Indian is shrewd and wily. The Sioux had been a thief, therefore the Crees cut off his right hand, fastened it to a long pole with the fingers pointing up, and with much fuss and feathers, particularly feathers, brought it to the white chief to show him that the good brave Crees had killed one of the white men's enemies. The leading Indian carried the pole with the hand, and almost every one of those that followed carried something else. Pieces of flags, or old tin pans or buckets upon which they beat with sticks, making horrible noises. Each Indian was chanting in a sing-song mournful way. They were dressed most fancifully, some with red coats, probably discarded by the Canadian police, and Faye said that almost every one had on quantities of beads and feathers. Bringing the hand of a dead Sioux was only an Indian's way of begging for something to eat, and this Colonel Palmer understood, so great tins of hot coffee and boxes of hard-tack were served to them. Then they danced and danced, and to me it looked as though they intended to dance the rest of their lives right on that one spot. But when they saw that any amount of furious dancing would not boil more coffee, they stopped and finally started back to their village. Faye tells me that as he was going to his tent from the dancing, he noticed an Indian who seemed to be unusually well-clad. His moccasins and leggings were embroidered with beads and he was wrapped in a bright red blanket, head as well as body. As he passed him, a voice said in the purest English, Lieutenant, can you give me a seerspring for my rifle? The only human being near was that Indian, wrapped closely in a blanket with only his eyes showing, precisely as one would expect to see a hostile dressed. Faye said that it gave him the queerest kind of a sensation, as though the voice had come from another world. He asked the Indian where he had learned such good English and technical knowledge of guns, and he said at the Carlisle School, he said also that he was a peagun and on a visit to some Cree friends. This was one of the many proofs that we have had that, no matter how good an education the Indian may receive, he will return to his blanket and out of the pot way of living, just as soon as he returns to his people. It would be foolish to expect anything different. But those Cree Indians, the coffee had been good, very good, and they wanted more, so the very next morning they brought to Colonel Palmer an old dried scalp-lock, scalp of White Chief's enemy, with the same ceremony as they had brought the hand. Then they sat around his tent and marched him, giving little grunts now and then until in desperation he ordered coffee for them, after which they danced. The men gave them bits of tobacco, too. Well they kept this performance up three or four days, each day bringing something to Colonel Palmer to make him think they had killed a Sue. This became very tiresome. Besides the soldiers were being robbed of coffee. So Colonel Palmer shut himself in his tent and refused to see them one day, and, and orderly, told them to go away and make no noise. They finally left the post looking very mournful, the men said. I told Colonel Palmer that he might better have gone out on the hills, as I did, that it was ever so much nicer than being shut up in a tent. Betty is learning to rear higher and higher, and I ride Pete now. The last time I rode her she went up so straight that I slipped back in my saddle and some of the enlisted men ran out to my assistance. I let her have her own way and came back to the tent, and jumping down declared to Faye that I would never ride her again. She is very cute in her badness, and having once discovered that I didn't like a rearing horse, she has proceeded to rear whenever she wanted her own way. I have enjoyed riding her because she is so graceful and tidy, but I have been told so many times that the horse was dangerous and would throw me that perhaps I have become a little nervous about her. A detail of soldiers goes up in the mountains twice every day for poles with which to make the roofs of the long quarters. They go along a trail on the other side of the creek, and on this side is a narrow deer path that runs around the rocky side of a small mountain. Ever since I have been here I have wanted to go back of the mountain by that path, so when I happened to be out on Pete yesterday afternoon, at the time the men started, I at once decided to take advantage of their protection and ride around the little mountain. About half a mile up there were quantities of bushes, eight and ten feet high, down to the creek bed, and the narrow trail that Pete was on was about on a level with the tops of the bushes. At my left the hill was very steep and covered with stones. I was having a delightful time, feeling perfectly safe with so many soldiers within call, but suddenly things changed. Down in those bushes there was a loud crashing and snapping, and then straight up into the air jumped a splendid deer. His head and most of his neck were above the bushes, and for just one instant he looked at us with big inquisitive eyes before he went down again. When the deer went up, Pete went up too, on the steep hill, and as I was on his back I had to go with him. The horse was badly frightened, snorted and raised his tail high, and when I tried to get him down on the trail, the higher up he went on the rolling stones I could almost touch the side of the mountain with my whip in places it was so steep. It was a most dangerous position to be in, and just what elevation I might have been carried to eventually I do not know had not the deer stopped his crashing through the bushes and bounded up on the opposite bank, directly in front of the first team of mules, and then on he streaked it across a plateau and far up a mountain side, his short white tail showing distinctly as he ran. With the deer Pete seemed to think that the evil one had gone too, and consented to return to the trail and to cross the stream over to the wagons. The corporal had stopped the wagons until he saw that I was safely down, and I asked him why he had not killed the deer, we are always in need of game, and he said that he had not seen him until he was in front of the mules, and that it was impossible then, as the deer did not wait for them to get the rifles out of their cases on the bottom of the wagons. That evening at the whist table I told Colonel Palmer about the deer and Pete, and saw at once that I had probably gotten the poor corporal in trouble. Colonel Palmer was very angry that the men should even think of going several miles from the post in an Indian country with their rifles cased and strapped so they would have been practically useless in case of an attack. Faye says that the men were not thinking of Indians, but simply trying to keep their rifles from being marred and for if they did get so they would be jumped at the first inspection. Colonel Palmer gave most positive orders for the soldiers to hold their rifles in their hands on their way to and from the mountains, which perhaps is for the best, but I am afraid they will blame me for such orders having been issued. End of letter. It is not surprising that politicians got a military post established here so this wonderful country could be opened and settled, for the country itself is not only beautiful, but it has an amount of game every place that is almost beyond belief. Deer are frequently seen to come down from the mountains to the creek for water, and prairie chicken would come to our very tensi fancy if left to follow their inclinations. Faye is officer of the day every third day, but the other two days there is not much for him to do, as the company is now working on the new quarters under the supervision of the quartermaster. So we often go off on little hunts, usually for chicken, but sometimes we go up on one of the mountains where there are quantities of roughed grouse. These are delicious, with meat as tender and white as young chicken, and they are so pretty too, when they spread the roughs around their necks and make fans of their short tail feathers. Yesterday we went out for birds for both tables, the officers mess and our own, the other officers are not hunters, and Faye is the possessor of the only shotgun in the garrison. Therefore it has been a great pleasure to us to bring in game for all. Faye rides Betty now altogether, so I was on Pete yesterday. We had quite a number of chickens, but thought we would like to get two or three more. Therefore when we saw a small cubby fly over by some bushes and that one bird went beyond and dropped on the other side, Faye told me to go on a little and watch the bird if it rose again when he shot at the others. It is our habit usually for me to hold Faye's horse when he dismounts to hunt, but that time he was some distance away and had slipped his hand through the bridal rain and was leading Betty that way. Both horses are perfectly broken to firearms and do not in the least mind a gun. I have often seen Betty prick up her ears and watch the smoke come from the barrel with the greatest interest. Everything went on very well until I got where I might expect to see the chicken, and then I presume I gave more thought to the bird than to the ground the horse was on. At all events it suddenly occurred to me that the grass about us was very tall, and looking down closely I discovered that Pete was in an alkali bog and slowly going down. I at once tried to get him back to the ground we had just left, but in his frantic efforts to get his feet out of the sticky mud he got further to one side and slipped down into an alkali hole of nasty black water and slime. That I knew to be exceedingly dangerous and I urged the horse by voice and whip to get him out before he sank down too deep, but with all his efforts he could do nothing and was going down very fast and groaning in his terror. Seeing that I must have assistance without delay I called to Faye to come at once and sat very still until he got to us, fearing that if I changed my position the horse might fall over. Faye came running and finding a tuft of grass and solid ground to stand upon, pulled Pete by the bridle and encouraged him until the poor beast finally struggled out, his legs and stomach covered with the black slime up to the flaps of my saddle so one can see what danger we were in. There was no way of relieving the horse of my weight as it was impossible for me to jump and not get stuck in the mud myself. This is the only alkali hole we have discovered here. It is screened by bunches of tall grass and I expect that many a time I have ridden within a few feet of it when alone and if my horse had happened to slip down on any one of these times we probably would have been sucked from the face of the earth and not one person to come to our assistance or to know what had happened to us. When Faye heard my call of distress he threw the bridle back on Betty and slipping the shotgun through the sling on the saddle hurried over to me, not giving Betty much thought. The horse has always shown the greatest disinclination to leaving Pete, but having her own free will that time she did the unexpected and trotted to a herd of mules not far off and as she went down a little hill the precious shotgun slipped out of the sling to the ground and the stock broke. The gun is perfectly useless and the loss of it is great to us and our friends. To be in this splendid game country without a shotgun is deplorable.  Later such an awful windstorm burst upon us while I was riding two days ago I was obliged to stop. The day was cold and our tents were close tight to keep the heat in, so we knew nothing of the storm until it struck us and with such fierceness it seemed as if the tents must go down. Instantly there was commotion in camp, some of the men tightening guy ropes and others running after blankets and pieces of clothing that had been out for an airing, but every man laughed and made fun of whatever he was doing. Soldiers are always so cheerful under such difficulties and I dearly loved to hear them laugh and yell too over in their tents. The snow fell thick and fast and the wind came through the canyon back of us with the velocity of a hurricane. As night came on it seemed to increase and the tents began to show the strain and one or two had gone down, so the officers' families were moved into the unfinished log quarters for the night. Colonel Palmer sent for me to go over also and Major Bagley came twice for me saying our tents would certainly fall and that it would be better to go then than in the middle of the night. But I had more faith in those tents, for they were new and pitched remarkably well. Soon after we got here long poles had been put up on stakes all around each side of and close to the tents, and to these the guy ropes of both tents and flight covers had been securely fastened, all of which had prevented much flopping of canvas. Dirt had been banked all around the base of the tents, so they very little fire we could be warm and fairly comfortable. The wind seemed to get worse every minute and once in a while there would be a loud boom when a big sibley tent would be ripped open and then would come yells from the men as they scrambled after their belongings. After it became dark it seemed dismal, but Fay would not go in a building and I would not leave him alone to hold the stove down. This was our only care and annoyance. It was intensely cold, and in order to have a fire we were compelled to hold the pipe down on the little conical camp stove, for with the flopping of the tent and fly the pipe was in constant motion. Fay would hold it for a while, then I would relieve him and so on. The holding down business was very funny for an hour or two, but in time it became monotonous. We got through the night very well, but did not sleep much. The tearing and snapping of tents and the shouting of the men when a tent would fall upon them was heard frequently, and when we looked out in the morning the camp had the appearance of having been struck by a cyclone. Two-thirds of the tents were flat on the ground, others were badly torn, and the unfinished log quarters only added to the desolation. Snow was over everything ten or twelve inches deep. But the wind had gone down and the atmosphere was wonderfully clear and sparkling and full of frost. Dinner the evening before had not been a success, so we were very prompt to the nice hot breakfast Charlie gave us. That Chinaman has certainly been a great comfort on this trip. The doctor came overlooking cross and sick. He said at once that we had been wise in remaining in our comfortable tents, that everybody in the log houses was sneezing and complaining of stiff joints. The logs had not been chinked yet, and as might have been expected, wind and snow swept through them. The stoves had not been set up, so even one fire was impossible. Two or three of their tents did go down, however, the doctors included, and perhaps they were safer in a breezy house after all. The mail has been held back and will start with us. The time of going was determined at department headquarters, and we will have to leave here on the first, day after tomorrow, if such a thing is possible. We return by the way of Benton. It is perfectly exasperating to see prairie chicken all around us on the snow. Early this morning there was a large cubby up in a tree, just across the creek from our tent, looking over at us in a most insolent manner. They acted as though they knew there was not a shotgun within a hundred miles of them. They were perfectly safe, for everyone was too nearly frozen to trouble them with a rifle. Camping on the snow will not be pleasant, and we regret very much that the storm came just at this time. Charlie is busy cooking all sorts of things for the trip, so he will not have much to do on the little camp stove. He is a treasure, but says that he wishes we could stay here, that he does not want to return to Fort Shaw. This puzzles me very much, as there are so many Chinamen at Shaw and not one here. The doctor will not go back with us, as he has received orders to remain at this post during the winter. End of letter. Fort Shaw, Montana Territory, November, 1880. The past few days have been busy ones. The house has received much needed attention, and camp things have been looked over and put away, ready for the next move. The trip back was a disappointment to me and not at all pleasant. The wagons were very lightly loaded, so the men rode in them all the way, and we came about forty miles each day, the mules keeping up a steady, slow trot. Of course I could not ride those distances at that gate, therefore I was compelled to come in the old jerky ambulance. The snow was still deep when we left McGinnis, and at the first camp snow had to be swept from the ground where our tent was pitched. But after that the weather was warm and sunny. We saw the greatest number of feathered game, enormous flocks of geese, brant, and ducks. Our camp one night was near a small lake just the other side of Benton, and at dusk hundreds of geese came and lit on the water until it looked like one big mass of live, restless things. And the noise was deafening. Some of the men shot at them with rifles, but the geese did not seem to mind much. Charlie told me at McGinnis that he did not want to return to Shaw, and I wondered at that so many times. I went in the kitchen two miserable mornings back and found him sitting down looking unhappy and disconsolate. I do not remember to have ever seen a Chinaman sitting down that way before, and was afraid he might be sick. But he said at once, and without preamble, me go away. He saw my look of surprise and said again, me go away, me see bulk's Chinaman telling me, go away. I said, but Charlie, Lee has no right to tell you to go. I want you to stay. He hesitated one second and then said in the most mournful of voices, yes, me know, me feel very bad. But Lee, he telling me, go. He no likey Mason man. No amount of persuasion could induce him to stay, and that evening, after dinner, he packed his bedding on his back and went away. To the crossing I presume. Charlie called himself a Mason, and has a book that he made himself which he says was a Mason man book. But I learned yesterday that he is a high binder, no Mason at all, and for that reason the Chinaman in the garrison would not permit him to remain here. They were afraid of him, yet he seemed so very trustworthy in every way, but a high binder in one's own house? There has been another departure from the family. Betty has been sold. Lieutenant Warren wanted her to match a horse he had recently bought. The two make a beautiful little team, and Betty is already a great pet, and I am glad of that, of course, but I do not see the necessity of Lieutenant Warren's giving her sugar right in front of our windows. His quarters are near ours. He says that Betty made no objections to the harness, but drove right off with her mate. There was a distressing occurrence in the garrison yesterday that I cannot forget. At all army posts the prisoners do the rough work, such as bringing the wood and water, keeping the yards tidy, bringing the ice, and so on. Yesterday morning one of the general prisoners here escaped from the sentry guarding him. The long roll was beaten, and as this always means that something is wrong and calls out all the troops, officers, and men, I ran out on the porch to see what was the matter, fearing there might be a fire someplace. It seemed a long time before the companies got in line, and then I noticed that instead of fire buckets they were carrying rifles. Only every company started off on double time and disappeared in between two sets of barracks at one corner of the parade ground. Then everything was unusually quiet, not a human being to be seen except the sentry at the guardhouse who was walking post. It was pleasant, so I sat down still feeling curious about the trouble that was serious enough to call out all the troops. It was not so very long before Lieutenant Todd, who was officer of the day, came from the direction the companies had gone, pistol in hand, and in front of him was a man with ball and chain. That means that his feet were fastened together by a large chain just long enough to permit him to take short steps, and to that short chain was riveted a long one, at the end of which was a heavy iron ball hanging below his belt. When we see a prisoner carrying a ball and chain we know that he is a deserter or that he has done something very bad which will probably send him to the penitentiary, for these balls are never put on a prisoner who has only a short time in the guardhouse. The prisoner yesterday, who seemed to be a young man, walked slowly to the guardhouse, the officer of the day following closely. Going up the steps and on in the room to a cot he unfastened the ball from his belt and let it thunder down on the floor, and then throwing himself down on the cot buried his face in the blankets. An awful picture of woe and despair. On the walk by the door and looking at him with contempt stood a splendid specimen of manhood, erect, broad-chested, with clear, honest eyes and a weather-beaten face, a typical soldier of the United States Army, and such as he the prisoner inside might have become in time. Our house is separated from the guardhouse by a little park only, and I could plainly see the whole thing, the strong man and the weakling. In the meantime bugles had called the men back to quarters, and very soon I learned all about the wretched affair. The misguided young man had deserted once before, was found guilty by a general court-martial and sentenced to the penitentiary at Leavenworth for the regulation time for such an offence, and, to-morrow morning, he was to have started for the prison. Now he has to stand a second court-martial and serve a double sentence for desertion. He was so silly about it, too. The prisoners were at the large ice-house down by the river, getting ice out for the daily delivery. There were sentinels over them, of course, but in some way that man managed to sneak over the ice through the long building to an open door, through which he dropped down to the ground, and then he ran. He was missed almost instantly, and the alarm given, but the companies were sent to the lowland along the river where there are bushes, for there seemed to be no other place where he could possibly secrete himself. The officer of the day is responsible in a way for the prisoners, so of course Lieutenant Todd went to the ice-house to find out the cause of the trouble, and on his way back he accidentally passed an old, barrel-shaped water-wagon. Not a sound was heard, but something told him to look inside. He had to climb up on a wheel in order to get high enough to look through the little square opening at the top. But he is a tall man and could just see in, and peering down he saw the wretched prisoner huddled at one end, looking more like an animal than a human being. He ordered him to come out and marched him to the guard-house. It was a strange coincidence, but the officer of the day happened to have been promoted from the ranks, had served his three years as an enlisted man, and then passed a stiff examination for a commission. One could see by his walk that he had no sympathy for the mother's baby. He knew from experience that a soldier's life is not hard unless the soldier himself makes it so. The service and discipline develop all the good qualities of the man, give him an assurance and manly courage he might never possess otherwise, and best of all, he learns to respect law and order. The army is not a rough place, and neither are the men starved or abused, as many mothers seem to think. Often the company commanders receive the most pitiful letters from mothers of enlisted men, beseeching them to send their boys back to them, that they are being treated like dogs, dying of starvation, and so on, as though those company commanders did not know all about those boys and the life they had to live. It is such a pity that these mothers cannot be made to realize that army discipline, regular hours, and plain army food is just what those boys need to make men of them. Judging by several letters I have read, sent to officers by mothers of soldiers, I am inclined to believe that weak mothers, in many cases, are responsible for the desertion of their weak sons. They sap all the manhood from them by coddling as they grow up, and send them out in the world wholly unequal to a vigorous life, a life without pie and cake at every meal. Well, I had no intention of moralizing this way, but I have written only the plain truth. End of letter, end of section 13. Section 14 of Army Letters from an Officer's Wife, 1871, 1888. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org, recording by Sue Anderson. Army Letters from an Officer's Wife, 1871, 1888, by Francis Rowe. Section 14, Letters from 1881, 1882. Fort Shaw, Montana Territory, September, 1881. There has been quite a little flutter of excitement in the garrison during the past week, brought about by a short visit from the Marquis of Lomé and his suite. As Governor-General of Canada, he has been inspecting his own military posts, and then came on down across the line to Shaw, en route to Dillon, for he will take the cars for the east. Colonel Knight is in command, so it fell upon him to see that Lord Lomé was properly provided for, which he did by giving up absolutely for his use his own elegantly furnished quarters. Lord Lomé took possession at once and quietly dined there that evening with one or two of his staff, and Colonel Knight as his guest. The members of the suite were entertained by different officers of the garrison, and Captain Percival of the Second Life Guards was our guest. They were escorted across the line to this post by a company of Canadian-mounted police, and a brave appearance those red coats made as they rode on the parade ground and formed two lines through which the Governor-General and his staff rode, with the booming of cannon. Colonel Knight went out to meet them, escorted by our mounted infantry in command of Lieutenant Todd. The horses of the mounted police were very small, and inferior in every way to the animals one would expect the Canadian government to provide, and it did look very funny to see the gorgeously dressed police with their jaunty side-tilted caps riding such wretched little beasts. Our officers were on the parade to receive the Governor-General, and the regimental band was there also, playing all sorts of things. Presently without stop, and as though it was the continuation of a melody, the first notes of God Save the Queen were heard. Instantly the head of every Englishman and Canadian was uncovered, quietly and without ostentation, or slightest break in handshaking and talking. It was like a military movement by bugle-call. Some of us who were looking on through filmy curtains thought it a beautiful manifestation of loving loyalty. They were at a military post of another nation in the midst of being introduced to its officers, yet not one failed to remember and to remind that he was an Englishman ever. Mrs. Gordon saved me the worry of preparing an elaborate dinner at this faraway place by inviting us and our guests to dine with her and her guests. I am inclined to think that this may have been a shrewd move on the part of the dear friend, so she could have hanged to assist her own cook at her dinner. It was a fine arrangement at all events, and pleased me most of all. I made the salad and arranged the table for her. Judging from what I saw and heard, Hang was having a glorious time. He had evidently frightened the old-colored cook into complete idiocy, and was ordering her about in a way that only a Chinaman knows. The dinner was long, but delicious and enjoyable in every way. Lord Bagot, the Reverend Dr. McGregor, Captain Chatter, and others of the Governor General's staff were there. Sixteen of us in all. Captain Percival sat at my right, of course, and the amount he ate was simply appalling, and the appetites of Lord Bagot and the others were equally fine. Course after course disappeared from their plates, not a scrap left on them, until one wondered how it was managed. Soon after dinner everyone went to Colonel Knight's quarters, where Lord Lomé was holding a little reception. He is a charming man, very simple in his manner, and one could hardly believe that he is the son-in-law of a great queen and heir to a splendid dukedom. He had announced that he would start at ten o'clock the next morning, so I ordered breakfast at nine. A mounted escort from the post was to go with him to Dillon, in command of Fay. It has always seemed so absurd and really unkind for Americans to put aside our own ways and customs when entertaining foreigners, and bore them with wretched representations of things of their own country, thereby preventing them from seeing life as it is here. So I decided to give our English Captain an out-and-out American breakfast. Not long or elaborate, but dainty and nicely served. And I invited Miss Mills to meet him to give it a little life. Well, nine o'clock came and so did Miss Mills, so did half-after-nine come, and then finally ten o'clock, but Captain Percival did not come. I was becoming very cross. For half an hour before I had sent Hang up to call him, knowing that he and Fay also were obliged to be ready to start at ten o'clock. I was worried, too, fearing that Fay would have to go without any breakfast at all. Of course the nice little breakfast was ruined. Soon after ten, however, our guests came down and apologized very nicely, said that the bed was so very delightful he simply could not leave it. Right there I made a mental resolution to the effect that, if every big Englishman should come to my house to remain overnight, I would have just one hour of delight taken from that bed. To my great amusement, also pleasure, Captain Percival ate heartily of everything and kept on eating, and with such apparent relish I began to think that possibly it might be another case of delight, and finally to wonder if Hang had anything in reserve. Once he said, What excellent cooks you have here! This made Miss Mills smile, for she knew that Hang had been loaned out the evening before. Fay soon left us to attend a matters in connection with the trip. But the three of us were having a very merry time, for Captain Percival was a most charming man, when in the room came Captain Shader, his face as black as the proverbial thunder-cloud, and, after speaking to me, looked straight and reprovingly at Captain Percival and said, You are keeping his excellency waiting. That was like a bomb to all, and in two seconds the English captains had shaken hands and were gone. The mounted police are still at the post, and I suspect that this is because their commander is having such a pleasant time driving and dining with his hostess, who is one of our most lovely and fascinating women. I received a note from Fay this morning from Helena. He says that so far the trip has been delightful, and that in every way and by all he is being treated as an honoured guest. Lord Lomé declined a large reception in Helena because the United States is in mourning for its murdered president.  Fay writes that Lord Lomé and members of his staff are constantly speaking in great praise of the officer's wives-at-shaw, and have asked if the ladies throughout the army are as charming and cultured as those here. Our young horses are really very handsome now, and their red coats are shining from good grooming and feeding. They are large and perfectly matched in size, color, and gait, as they should be since they are half-brothers. I am learning to drive now a single horse, and find it very interesting, but not one half as delightful as riding. I miss a saddle-horse dreadfully. Now and then I ride George, my own horse, but he always reminds me that his proper place is in the harness by making his gait just as rough as possible. Fort Shaw, Montana Territory, December, 1881. You will be greatly surprised to hear that Fay has gone to Washington. His father is very ill, so dangerously so that a thirty-day's leave was telegraphed Fay from department headquarters without his having applied for it so as to enable him to get to Admiral Ray without delay. Someone in Washington must have asked for the leave. It takes so long for letters to reach us from the east that one never knows what may be taking place there. Fay started on the next stage to Helena and at Dillon will take the cars for Washington. Fay went away the night before the entertainment, which made it impossible for me to be in the pantomime, villicans, and dyna, so little Miss Gordon took my place and acted remarkably well, notwithstanding she had rehearsed only twice. The very stage that carried Fay from the post brought to us Mr. Hughes of Benton for a few days, but this turned out very nicely, for Colonel and Mrs. Mills, who know him well, were delighted to have him go to them, and there he is now. The next day I invited Miss Mills and Mr. Hughes to dine with me informally, and while I was in the dining-room attending to the few pieces of extra china and silver that would be required for dinner, a Chinaman has no idea of the fitness of things, Volmer, our striker, came in and said to me that he would like to take the horses and the single buggy out for an hour or so as he wanted to show them to a friend. I saw at once that he and I were to have our usual skirmish. There is one always whenever Fay is away any length of time. The man has a frightful temper, and a year ago shot and killed a deserter. He was acquitted by military court and later by civil court, both courts deciding that the shooting was accidental, but the deserter was a Catholic and Volmer is a Quaker, so the feeling in the company was so hostile toward him that for several nights he was put in the guard-house for protection. Then Fay took him as striker and has befriended him in many ways, but those cults he could not drive. So I told him that the horses could not go out during the lieutenant's absence unless I went with them. He became angry at once and said that it was the first team he had ever taken care of that he was not allowed to drive as often as he pleased.  You were never permitted to take the cults out when Lieutenant Ray was here, and now that he is away you certainly cannot do so. And I turned back to my spoons and forks. Volmer went out of the room, but I had an uncomfortable feeling that matters were not settled. In a short time I became conscious of loud talking in the kitchen, and could distinctly hear Volmer using most abusive language about Fay and me. That was outrageous and not to be tolerated a second, and without stopping to reason that it would be better not to hear, and let the man talk his anger off, out to the kitchen I went. I found Volmer perched upon one end of a large wood-box that stands close to a door that leads out to a shed. I said, Volmer, I heard what you have been saying, as you intended I should, and now I tell you to go out of this house and stay out until you can speak respectfully of Lieutenant Ray and of me. But he sat still and looked sullen and stubborn. I said again, go out and out of the yard, too. But he did not move one inch.  And instantly he went. Chinaman are awful cowards, and with the first word I said to the soldier, hang had shuffled to his own room, and there he had remained until he heard Volmer go out of the house. Then he came back, and looking at me with an expression of the most solemn pity, said, he valley bad man, he killy man, he killy you, may be. The poor heathen was evidently greatly disturbed, and so was I, too. Not because I was at all afraid of being killed, but because of the two spirited young horses that still required most careful handling, and fey might be away several months. I knew that the commanding officer, also the quartermaster, would look after them and do everything possible to assist me, but at the same time I knew that there was not a man in the post who could take Volmer's place with the horses. He is a splendid whip and perfect groom. I could not send them to Mr. Vons to run, as they had been blanketed for a long time, and the weather was cold. Of course I cried a little, but I knew that I had done quite right, that it was better for me to regulate my own affairs than to call upon the company commander to do so for me. I returned to the dining room, but soon there was a gentle knock on the door, and, opening it, I saw Volmer standing in front of me, cap in hand, looking very meek and humble. Very respectfully he apologized, and expressed his regret at having offended me. That was very pleasant, but knowing the man's violent temper and thinking of coming days, I proceeded to deliver a lecture to the effect that there was not another enlisted man in the regiment who would use such language in our house, or be so ungrateful for kindness that we had shown him. Above all, to make it unpleasant for me, when I was alone. I was so nervous and talking to a soldier that way was so disagreeable, I might have broken down and cried again. An awful thing to have done at that time, if I had not happened to see Hang's head sticking out at one side of his door. He had run to his room again, but could not resist keeping watch to see if Volmer was really intending to kill me. He is afraid of the soldier, and consequently hates him. Soon after he came, Volmer, who is a powerful man, tied him down to his bed with a picket-rope, and such yells of fury and terror were never heard. And when I ran out to see what on earth was the matter, the Chinaman's eyes were green, and he was frothing at the mouth. For days after I was afraid that Hang would do some mischief to the man. It is the striker's duty always to attend to the fires throughout the house, and this Volmer is doing very nicely. But when Fe went away, he told Hang to take good care of me, so he also fixes the fires, and at the same time shows his dislike for Volmer, who will bring the big wood in and make the fires as they should be. Just as soon as he goes out, however, in marches Hang with one or two small pieces of wood on his silk sleeve, and then with much noise he turns the wood in the stove upside down and stirs things up generally, after which he will put in the little sticks and let it all roar until I am quite as stirred up as the fire. After he closes the dampers he will say to me in his most amiable squeak, me fixie him, he velly good now, this is all very nice as long as the house does not burn. Night before last Mrs. Mills invited me to a family dinner. Colonel Mills was away, but Mr. Hughes was there, also Lieutenant Harvey to whom Miss Mills is engaged, and the three Mills boys making a nice little party. But I felt rather sad Fe was still en route to Washington, and going further from home every hour, and it was impossible to tell when he might return. Mrs. Mills seemed a straight two when I first got to the house, but she soon brightened up and was as animated as ever. The dinner was perfect. Colonel Mills is quite an epicure, and he and Mrs. Mills have a reputation for serving choice and dainty things on their table. We returned to the little parlor after dinner, and were talking and laughing when something went bang like the hard shutting of a door. Mrs. Mills jumped up instantly and exclaimed, I knew it, I knew it, and rushed to the back part of the house, the rest of us running after her. She went on through to the Chinaman's room, and there, on his cot, lay the little man, his face even thin the color of old ivory. He had fired a small derringer straight to his heart, and was quite dead. I did not like to look at the dying man, so I ran for the doctor, and almost bumped against him at the gate as he was passing. There was nothing that he could do, however. Mrs. Mills told us that Sam had been an inveterate gambler, that he had won a great deal of money from the soldiers, particularly one, who had that very day threatened to kill him, accusing the Chinaman of having cheated. The soldier probably had no intention of doing anything of the kind, but said it to frighten the timid heathen just for revenge.  The next morning the Chinaman in the garrison buried him, not in the post cemetery, but just outside. Upon the grave they laid one or two suits of clothing, shoes, all Chinese, of course, and a great quantity of food, much of it of their own fruits. That was for his spirit until he reached the happy land. The coyotes ate the food, but a Chinaman would never believe that, so more food was taken out this morning.  Hang's breakfast usually consists of a glass of cold water with two or three lumps of sugar dissolved in it, and a piece of bread broken in it also. When it is necessary for Hang to be up late and do much extra work, I always give him a can of salmon, of which he seems very fawned, or a chicken, and tell him to invite one or two friends to sit with him. This smooths away all little frowns and keeps things pleasant.  He all hen! So I found that the only way to satisfy the suspicious man was to let him select his own fowl. He always cooks it in the same way, boils it with Chinese fruits and herbs, and with the head and feet on, and I must admit that the odor is appetizing. But I have never tasted it, although Hang has never failed to save a nice piece for me. He was with Mrs. Pierce two years, and it was some time before I could convince him that this house was regulated my way and not hers. Major Pierce was promoted to another regiment, and we miss them very much. Fort Shaw, Montana Territory, July 1882 The garrison seems lonesome since the two companies have been out, and I am beginning to feel that I am at home alone quite too much. Fay was in Washington two months, and almost immediately after he got back he was ordered to command the Paymaster's escort from Helena here, and now he is off again for the summer. The camp is on Birch Creek, not far from the Pagan agency. The agents become frightened every now and then and ask for troops, more because they know the Indians would be justified in giving trouble than because there is any. An officer is sent from the post to inspect all the cattle and rations that are issued to them, yet there is much cheating, once it was discovered that a very inferior brand of flour was being given the Indians, that sacks with the lettering and marks of the brand the government was supposed to issue to them had been slipped over the sacks which really held the inferior flour, and carefully tied. Just imagine the trouble someone had taken. But there had been a fat reward, of course, and then where had those extra sacks come from? Where had the fine flour gone? Someone could have explained it all. I must admit, however, that anyone who has seen an Indian use flour would say that the most inferior grade would be good enough for them to be mixed in dirty old pans with still dirtier hands. This lack of cleanliness and appreciation of things by the Indians makes stealing from them very tempting. The very night after the troops had gone out there was an excitement in the garrison, and as usual I was mixed up in it, not through my own choosing, however. I had been at Mrs. Palmer's plain wist during the evening, and about eleven o'clock two of the ladies came down to the house with me. The night was the very darkest I ever saw, and of this we spoke as we came along the walk. Almost all the lights were out in the office's quarters, making the whole post seem dismal, and as I came in the house and locked the door I felt as if I could never remain here until morning. Hang was in his room, of course, but would be no protection whatever if anything should happen. Matria and Mrs. Stokes have not yet returned from the East, so the adjoining-house is unoccupied, and on my right is Mrs. Norton, who is alone also, as Dr. Norton is in camp with the troops. She had urged me to go to her house for the night, but I did not go because of the little card-party. I ran upstairs as though something evil was at my heels, and bolted my door, but did not fasten the dormer windows that run out on the roof in front. Before retiring I put a small, lighted lantern in a closet, and left the door open just a little, thinking that the streak of light would be cheering, and the lantern would give me a light quickly if I should need one. Our breakfast had been very early that morning, on account of the troops marching, and I was tired and fell asleep immediately, I think. After a while I was conscious of hearing someone walking about in the room corresponding to mine in the next house, but I dozed on, thinking to myself that there was no occasion for feeling nervous, as the people next door were still up. But suddenly I remembered that the house was closed, and just then I distinctly heard someone go down the stairs. I kept very still and listened, but heard nothing more, and soon went to sleep again.  There were voices too, as if someone was mumbling to himself. I got the revolver and ran to the middle of the room, where I stood ready to shoot or run. It would probably have been run in any direction. I finally got courage to look through a side window, feeling quite sure that Mrs. Norton was out with her Chinaman, looking after some choice little chickens left in her care by the doctor. But not one light was to be seen in any place, and the inky blackness was awful to look upon. So I turned away, and, just as I did so, something cracked and rattled down over the shingles and then fell to the ground. But which roof those sounds came from was impossible to tell. With goose flesh on my arms and each hair on my head trying to stand up, I went back to the middle of the room, and there I stood, every nerve quivering. I had been standing there hours, or possibly it was only two short minutes, when there was one loud, piercing shriek that made me almost scream too. But after it was perfect silence, so I said to myself that, probably it had been a cat, that I was nervous and silly. But there came another shriek, another and still another, so expressive of terror that the blood almost froze in my veins. With teeth chattering and limbs shaking so I could hardly step, I went to a front window and raising it, I screamed, Corporal of the guard! I saw the sentinel at the guard-house stop as the listening in front of a window where there was a light, and seeing one of the guard gave strength to my voice, and I called again. That time the sentry took it up and yelled, Corporal of the guard, number one! Instantly lanterns were seen coming in our direction. Ever so many of the guard came and to our gate as they saw me at a window. But I sent them on to the next house, where they found poor Mrs. Norton in a white heap on the grass, quite unconscious. The officer of the day was still up and came running to see what the commotion was about, and several other officers came. Colonel Gregory, a punctilious gentleman of the old school, who is in command just now, appeared in a striking costume, consisting of a skimpy evening gown of white, a dark military blouse over that, and a pair of military riding-boots, and he carried an unsheathed sabre. He is very tall and thin, and his hair is very white. And I laugh now when I think of how funny he looked. But no one thought of laughing at that time. Mrs. Norton was carried in, and her house searched throughout. No one was found, but burned matches were on the floor of one or two rooms, which gave evidence that someone had been there. In the yard back of the house a pair of heavy overshoes, also government socks, were found. So it was decided that the man had climbed up on the roof and entered the house through a dormer window that had not been fastened. No one would look for the piece of shingle that night, but in the morning I found it on the ground, close to the house. All the time the search was being made I had been in the window. Colonel Mills insisted that I should go to his house for the remainder of the night, but suggested that I put some clothes on first. It occurred to me then for the first time that my own costume was rather striking. Not quite the proper thing for a balcony scene. Everyone was more than kind, but for a long time after Miss Mills and I had gone to her room my teeth chattered and big tears rolled down my face. Mrs. Norton declares that I was more frightened than she was. And I say, yes, probably, but you did not stop to listen to your own horrible screams, and then, after making us believe that you were being murdered, you quietly dropped into oblivion and forgot the whole thing. Just as the entire garrison had become quiet once more, bang, won a gun, and then again we heard people running about to see what was the matter, and if the burglar had been caught. But it proved to have been the accidental going off of a rifle at the guard-house. The instant that Colonel Gregory ascertained that a soldier had really been in Mrs. Norton's house, Czech roll-call was ordered. That is, the officer of the day went to the different barracks and ordered the first sergeants to get the men up and call the roll at once, without warning or preparation. In that way it was ascertained if the men were on their cots or out of quarters. But that night every man was present or accounted for. At the hospital roll-call was not necessary, but they found an attendant playing possum. A lantern held close to his face did not waken him, although it made his eyelids twitch, and they found that his heart was beating at a furious rate. His clothes had been thrown down on the floor, but socks were not to be found with them. So he is the man suspected. He will get his discharge in three days, and it is thought that he was after a suit of citizen clothes of the doctors. Not so very long ago he was their striker. No one in the garrison has ever heard of an enlisted man troubling the quarters of an officer, and it is something that rarely occurs. I spend every night with Mrs. Norton now, who seems to have great confidence in my ability to protect her, as I can use a revolver so well. She calmly sleeps on, while I remain awake listening for footsteps. The fact of my having been at a military post when it was attacked by Indians, that a man was murdered directly under my window when I heard every shot, every moan, and my having had two unpleasant experiences with horse thieves has not been conducive to normal nerves after dark. During all the commotion at Mrs. Norton's the night the man got in her house, her Chinaman did not appear. One of the officers went to his room in search of the burglar and found him, the Chinaman, sitting up in his bed, almost white from fear. He confessed to having heard someone in the kitchen, and when asked why he did not go out to see who it was, indignantly replied, What for? He go away? What for I see him? I feel completely upset without a good saddle-horse. George is developing quite a little speed in single harness, but I do not care for driving, feel too much as though I was part of the little buggy instead of the horse. Major and Mrs. Stokes are expected soon from the east, and I shall be so glad to have my old neighbors back.


So today we're going to talk about something that isn't necessarily Nintendo-based, but we're going to apply the potential effects of it to Nintendo because they are part of the gaming industry and Down the line. This could be something that affects them now this comes from take two interactive president Carl Slatoff and he had this to say in regards to the future of video game delivery and Obviously had to touch a little bit on loot boxes given that that is currently a ongoing issue that has started to get legal repercussions So let's just go into what he had to say and he said this in interview over at game industry abiz I think over the long term it will be 100% digital take two interactive president Carl Slatoff says I can't predict whether it's five years ten years or 20 years It's probably less than 20 and maybe more than five, but I think it ultimately gets there That's the zeitgeist things are moving in that direction and obviously here. He's talking about How games are going to be delivered in the future versus physical versus digital Beyond that he also goes into the loot box thing and how people are calling it gambling as take two has their own Microtransactionists to this some of their games specifically with like WWE and NBA 2k etc And it says the whole gambling regulator thing We don't view that sort of thing as gambling our view of it is the same as the ESA statement for the most part That's going to play its course But in terms of the consumer and the noise you hear in the market right now, it's all about content It's all about over delivering on content and making sure you're focused on engagement That has been our strategy and where we're focused as long as you keep your eye on the ball You're going to be okay. The consumer is going to be really happy with what they get He added you can't force the consumers to do anything You try to do your best to create the best experience you possibly can to drive engagement and driving engagement creates value in entertainment That's how it's always been and how it always will be now on his last point. He's not exactly wrong If you're not engaging in the use of a product if you're not enjoying your useful product You have a really really low value of that product in your life as an example when I played Superman 64 back in the day I was all excited for that game and the Engagement level of it was low. I stopped playing the game after an hour. I didn't get any enjoyment out of it I felt like I wasted my money and my entertainment value in that was extremely low, of course When you see words like driving engagement and creates value in entertainment I mean directly after talking about how things like loot boxes and micro transactions are not gambling It's it's a very interesting stance because clearly that's not how it's always been there hasn't always been micro transactions There hasn't always been loot boxes and that hasn't always been a Driving factor for entertainment today Video game be gaming has changed in this sense and that before it was all about here's an experience Here's a game you play it until you complete it and then you're done Whereas today it's all about keeping users engaged in your product over the long haul So you play Grand Theft Auto 5 you get to the end of it You've done everything in the game that you really feel like doing and you and you just want to be done Playing well Here's a multiplayer mode that just keeps you playing the game over and over again for years to come and This is what's been happening With the advent of online multiplayer is that people are using multiplayer aspects of games to keep players Engaged for a longer period of time Ironically enough this hasn't actually led to games having a longer shelf life Which should be the point of it to me at the point of video games if you're going to Extrapolate them into having a longer engagement session is that those games should be on the shelf longer as an example Call of Duty with a multiplayer Why is Call of Duty still coming out every year when you can engage your fans for years with a single game? Then releasing a brand new one every year I never really understood why gaming is still trending towards releasing the games as fast as they can But trying to engage users the entire time It's just maybe it's just me and maybe that's just you know a small sample size of games But I want to extrapolate some of this into its effects on Nintendo because this is obviously a big name Take two rock star etc. They're basically Almost not quite all the way in on switch, but they they're definitely excited about switch They they have some games coming to switch or already released on switch some quality games I mean even NBA 2k 18 after it's been patched a bunch of times by now on switch is a quality experience And it's something I would recommend to people who want to play NBA games, especially on the go now the thing here is We have a couple points to adjust first off it is the digital future and that's why I'm gonna focus this video primarily on because it's hard to take anything take two says about micro transactions and loot boxes Seriously, because of course they're not gonna view it as gambling because that would hurt them as a company So while I think what they're saying is completely asinine on that front I don't think there's anything more to say than that they make a ton of money off micro transactions They're not gonna say anything that negatively impacts that so yeah, this is the expected response from them It'd be weird for a company that makes so much money of micro transactions to turn around and be like yeah But they're a form of gambling because that just hurts them so it is what it is, but That's what we're gonna focus here on this first part the digital future of video games I think for a long time a lot of people have been saying that video games are gonna go all digital and It's been an interesting prospect because that hasn't exactly happened in fact We've seen in certain cases a reinvigoration of a physical product Some of this is with those special editions the explorers edition for Breath of the Wild Pack-ins and all this stuff, but we've also seen you know like Nintendo when you buy the Super Mario Odyssey bundle The the switch bundle with the red joy-cons you get a digital copy of the game And they've been doing that with 3ds for a long time as well It's been a very interesting prospect to see the growth in digital sales And when digital sales are not only going to be more popular than physical sales But eventually be the de facto way games are delivered and that physical sales just don't exist anymore and it's interesting to feel like that's going to be the future and It's interesting because it's already the way it is on PC. It's been that way in PC forever Most PCs you buy today or build or any enthusiast PC you see out there They don't have disc drives anymore We don't buy discs off a shelf and install them and even if I went to Walmart and got a really really good sale Let's say I was able to pick up Civilization 6 for 10 bucks at Walmart I couldn't do that. I was actually was looking for the Black Friday for 10 bucks But couldn't find it let's say but I could buy it at Walmart for 10 bucks I don't even need to put those discs in my computer. I could just grab the code Registered on steam and download the game. So it's Even when you buy a physical medium, you could still use it as a digital one for PCs This isn't the case on consoles yet You know, you can't go buy a copy of breath of the wild physical and then download a digital version It just doesn't work that way. So Here's my stance on all of that. I Feel like it is of extreme consumer benefit That we live in a digital future in so much that the physical medium doesn't need to go away But in so much that devices Specifically cater to that type of future as an example And I'm going to bring up Nintendo in this because I want to tie Nintendo into this digital future The switch is not a device really built that well for a digital future Not because it doesn't offer a cheap way to expand the memory Of course it does micro SD cards great that decision. I'm glad Nintendo supports that but because the system itself Doesn't support the type of hard drive space Necessary for an all-digital future if you're going to have an all-digital future The device itself needs to support such a notion and while the switch offers the right kind of Ability to expand your storage the base storage should be much larger. There is almost no reason There shouldn't be at least a hundred and twenty eight gigabytes of internal storage on switch If not, I'll heck up a lot more than that But I think feel like 128 would have been a nice a nice sacrifice Considering the size of Nintendo games aren't necessarily as huge But again, we're left in this conundrum where if you want to go all digital on switch You're gonna have to buy micro SD cards potentially several of them in addition to your purchase Whereas with like an Xbox one X even I know one terabyte is still quite kind of small You could still install around 10 games or so Whereas with switch you might install one game and then that's it or in some games cases You might not even have enough space on your internal memory to install that one game So yeah, it's kind of just a big mess in my opinion So what can we do about this? How can we fix this? What what what is the future of digital games? Why is the future digital games? Obviously until internet is available worldwide physical games are going to exist As long as people want to collect physical games because I want to hold I want to collect the entire physical library for switch But I'm going to tell you something right now and this is something that I didn't really realize I didn't like until um until switch It's interesting because I've been PC gaming a long time But on switch I really like the convenience of just selecting my game on the menu and playing the game I don't like especially since I do a lot of recording a lot of local recording My switch is wall mounted. So I don't necessarily have the dock and the switch right next to me I always have to stand up and take the switch out and take out the cartridge change the cartridge I have a a little four cartridge holder here. I have five physical game cartridges for switch right now Um and they're big games. They're games that I want to play all the time. So I have to switch I have to you know swap out the cartridges a lot. You know, let me just open this up here I've got you know one to switch, you know, maybe that's the one I play the least of but I really enjoy it But I'm always switching out arms doom odyssey and zelda I have to switch out those cartridges non-stop and I'm going to tell you because of that I purposely play other games in the system a lot more my fire on the warriors I got zeno blade chronicles two coming up. I have a digital version of that The snipper clips and I'm trying to even remember my other digital games off the top of my head that I play all the time Splatoon 2 that's another one I'm constantly playing these digital games more because not because I necessarily would if I had these games installed But because that's convenient There's a massive convenience factor to having games digitally and there's always been a convenience factor But it's never been more apparent to me than with this portable home console device Where I'm playing home console quality games and I could just not switch out cartridges to enjoy them And there's always the fear I have this inherent fear that when I'm on an airplane When I get out my cartridges that I'm going to drop one Or several hopefully just one And then if I drop one and it doesn't land on my lap and it goes all the way to the floor It could get kicked around it could end up somewhere where I lose it These cartridges are small and that's not I mean the cartridges should be small. That's fine But it's just an inherent fear I have Because I have you know, I drop things sometimes. I think we all drop things sometimes maybe not game cartridges I personally haven't dropped a game cartridge yet Just in my office, but on a plane, you know some turbulence hits something happens in a car ride on a bus Train whatever there's a lot of subway I mean there's a lot of ways that you might drop a physical cartridge You could say well, don't change your physical cartridge out in the middle of a flight or in the middle of that Okay, so now you're saying that You're just admitting it's more convenient for me to use digital games because then I don't have to switch out a cartridge Uh, I don't have to be stuck to a single game the whole way. So I see the massive convenience in digital. I feel like I don't know if in my lifetime I'm I figure I am 31 right now. I've probably got another 20 to 30 years of uh gaming left in me Uh, maybe another 50 60 years of being alive left Uh, and when I say gaming left to me, it doesn't mean I'm not gonna play games when I'm old But it means I understand that there's going to be a point in my life when I'm so old that my ability to game Begins to dig a great To not be as viable as it once was either it's because of my eyesight or because of arthritis or whatever ends up Whatever whatever ends up kicking my butt. It makes me not a big gamer, you know, 30 years from now But when I think about Where gaming is heading I think digital makes a lot of sense I think physical is always going to exist in some form It just might no longer be a primary method of delivery Which could mean new places like gamestop don't exist anymore or they all become like Think geek stars which are just gaming merchandise or nerd merchandise Um, maybe they bring comics back or whatever the case may be not that comics ever went away But you know what I mean start start making a more mainstream again to have his physical comics And they still have games but just not, you know, huge shells full of them Uh, I don't know. I think that's kind of the future for gamestop if they want to stay viable, but it's It's just interesting to me to think about this all digital future Because I kind of want it as much as I've always been an advocate for physical games I'm slowly starting to come I guess through the dark side And maybe it shouldn't be surprising considering that I'm also a pc gamer and it's all digital there But it just it's so convenient all we need now Our devices that realize this convenience and give us the amount of storage That we really should have like PlayStation 4 PlayStation 4 pro and the xbox 1x they should come with like multiple terabytes worth of storage out the gate So they're not even fully ready for this all digital future The switch should come with 128 to if not 500 gigs worth of storage internally, but it doesn't This is a future that until devices start offering that kind of storage Physical still going to be highly viable. Why do I even have all these physical games? Because I don't want to Keep buying sd cards if I literally went straight digital on switch I would need to own multiple sd cards even if I had a 256 gigabyte Card in there or off even a 400 gigabyte Maybe I wouldn't have the 400 gigabyte full right now But I would be over 300 gigabytes worth of installs if I had all of my physical games and all of my All my physical games as digital products So it's a problem and I do I do realize it's a first world problem Not all of you guys own as many switch games as I do right, you know, I own 16 17 switch games A lot of you guys might only own one or two So this isn't even you know a problem that's going to be there for everyone But if we're going to hit that all digital future 5 10 20 years from now It's going to start when products like playstations and xboxes and nintendo switches start offering enough storage out the gate to support such a thing until that happens Despite all the expandability in the world out there, you know the external hard drives you can hook up to xbox one x's and stuff It's not going to exactly be 100 viable Until we reach that point. I don't know you guys let me know what you think about a potential all digital future In the comments below and about 2k's comments on all this and if you think they're right if you think they're wrong Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we're we're we're gonna end up seeing the shift back to the physical medium Um, I don't know you guys let me know what you think in the comments below I am Nathaniel Ruppeljantz from nintendo prime and if you like this video, you know what to do And if you dislike this video hit that dislike button subscribe Content and I'll catch you in the next one