The Indian Never Seems Cross, But
Smiles At Everything, Which Is Most Unusual In A Savage.
With the white cavalry is a classmate of Faye's, Lieutenant Isham, and
yesterday I went but to camp with him and rode his horse, a large,
spirited animal.
It was the horse's first experience with a side
saddle, and at first he objected to the habit and jumped around and
snorted quite a little, but he soon saw that I was really not a
dangerous person and quieted down.
As Lieutenant Isham and I were cantering along at a nice brisk gait we
met Faye, who was returning from the camp on Powder-Face, and it could
be plainly seen that he disapproved of my mount. But he would not turn
back with us, however, and we went on to camp without him. There is
something very fascinating about a military camp - it is always so
precise and trim - the little tents for the men pitched in long
straight lines, each one looking as though it had been given especial
attention, and with all things is the same military precision and
neatness. It was afternoon stables and we rode around to the picket
lines to watch the horses getting their grooming.
When I got home Faye was quick to tell me that I would certainly be
killed if I continued to ride every untrained horse that came along!
Not a very pleasant prospect for me; but I told him that I did not
want to mortify him and myself, too, by refusing to mount horses that
his own classmates, particularly those in the cavalry, asked me to
ride, and that I knew very well he would much prefer to see me on a
spirited animal than a "gentle ladies' horse" that any inexperienced
rider could manage.
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