When I Got Inside A Car The Morning After That Awful, Awful Night, It
Was With A Feeling That I Was Leaving Behind Me All Such Things And
That By Evening I Would Be Back Once More At Our Old Army Home And
Away From Hostile Indians, And Hostile Desperadoes Too.
But when I saw
that servant girl with the pale, emaciated face and flushed cheeks, so
ill she could barely sit up, my heart went down like lead and Indians
seemed small trials in comparison to what I saw ahead of me.
Well, she will go in a few days, and then I can give the house some
attention. The new furniture and china are all here, but nothing has
been done in the way of getting settled. The whole coming back has
been cruelly disappointing, and I am so tired and nervous I am afraid
of my own shadow. So after a while I think I will go East for a few
weeks, which I know you will be glad to hear.
FORT LYON, COLORADO TERRITORY,
August, 1873.
WE have just come in from a drive to the Purgatoire with Colonel
Knight behind his handsome horses. It makes me sad, always, to go over
that familiar road and to scenes that are so closely associated with
my learning to ride and shoot when we were here before. The small tree
that was my target is dead but still standing, and on it are several
little pieces of the white paper bull's eyes that Faye and Lieutenant
Baldwin tacked on it for me.
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