If all those guns had been for Faye I could
never have stayed in the ambulance.
It is charming up there--in the post--and the view is magnificent. We
sat out on a vine-covered porch during the inspection, and watched the
troops and the review. It made me so happy, and yet so homesick, too,
to see Faye once more in his uniform. The inspection was all too
short, and after it was over, many officers and their wives came to
call upon us, when wine and delicious cake was served. We were at the
quarters of the colonel and post commander. That was the second post
we had taken Mrs. Ord to, and she is suddenly enthusiastic over army
people, forgetting that Omaha has a post of its own. But with us she
has been in the tail of the comet--which made things more interesting.
Army people are nice, though, particularly in their own little
garrison homes.
There is only one mormon store here, and that is very large and
cooperative. Every mormon who has anything whatever to sell is
compelled to take it to that store to be appraised, and a percentage
taken from it. There are a few nice gentile shops, but mormons cannot
enter them; they can purchase only at the mormon store, where the
gentiles are ever cordially welcomed also. Splendid fruit and
vegetables are grown in this valley--especially the fruit, which is
superior to any we ever saw.
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