The mounted police are still in 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 Faye 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 honored guest. Lord Lome declined a
large reception in Helena, because the United States is in mourning
for its murdered President. What an exquisite rebuke to some of our
ignorant Americans! Faye writes that Lord Lome and members of his
staff are constantly speaking in great praise of the officers' 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.
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