I ran back to the house,
for I could not go to him! He had been my own horse, petted and fed
lumps of sugar every day with my own hands, and I always drove him in
single harness, because his speed was so much greater than Pete's.
My almost gownless condition has been a cause of great worry to me,
but Pogue has promised to fix up my wardrobe with a rush, and after
the necessary time for that in Cincinnati, I will hurry on to Columbus
Barracks for my promised visit to Doctor and Mrs. Gordon. Then on
home! Faye will go to Cincinnati with me, and from there to the United
States Naval Home, of which his father is governor at present. I will
have to go there, too, before so very long.
We attended a pretty cotillon in Bozeman last evening and remained
overnight at the hotel. Faye led, and was assisted by Mr. Ladd, of
Bozeman. It was quite a large and elaborate affair, and there were
present "the butcher, the baker, and candlestick maker." Nevertheless,
everything was conducted with the greatest propriety. There are five
or six very fine families in the small place--people of culture and
refinement from the East--and their influence in the building up of
the town has been wonderful. The first year we were at Fort Ellis one
would see every now and then a number, usually four numerals, painted
in bright red on the sidewalk. Everyone knew that to have been the
work of vigilantes, and was a message to some gambler or horse thief
to get himself out of town or stand the shotgun or rope jury.
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