FORT ELLIS, MONTANA TERRITORY,
November, 1884.
ONLY a few days more, and then we will be off for the East! It is over
seven years since we started from Corinne on that long march north,
and I never dreamed at that time that I would remain right in this
territory, until a splendid railroad would be built to us from another
direction to take us out of it. Nearly everything is packed. We expect
to return here in the spring, but in the Army one never knows what
destiny may have waiting for them at the War Department. Besides, I
would not be satisfied to go so far away and leave things scattered
about.
The two horses, wagons, and everything of the kind have been disposed
of--not because we wanted to sell them, but because Faye was unwilling
to leave the horses with irresponsible persons during a long winter in
this climate, when the most thoughtful care is absolutely necessary to
keep animals from suffering. Lieutenant Gallagher of the cavalry
bought them, and we are passing through our second experience of
seeing others drive around horses we have petted, and taught to know
us apart from all others. George almost broke my heart the other day.
He was standing in front of Lieutenant Gallagher's quarters, that are
near ours, when I happened to go out on the walk, not knowing the
horses were there. He gave a loud, joyous whinnie, and started to come
to me, pulling Pete and the wagon with him.
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