Our Duet Was Not Sung,
Because I Was Seized With An Attack Of Stage Fright At The Last
Rehearsal, So Sergeant Mann Sang An Exquisite Solo In Place Of The
Duet, Which Was Ever So Much Nicer.
I was with Mrs. Joyce in one scene
of her pantomime, "John Smith," which was far and away the best part
of the entertainment.
Mrs. Joyce was charming, and showed us what a
really fine actress she is. The enlisted men went to laugh, and they
kept up a good-natured clapping and laughing from first to last.
It was surprising that so many of the Sun River and ranch people came,
for the night was terrible, even for Montana, and the roads must have
been impassable in places. Even here in the post there were great
drifts of snow, and the path to the theater was cut through banks
higher than our heads. It had been mild and pleasant for weeks, and
only two nights before the entertainment we had gone to the hall for
rehearsal with fewer wraps than usual. We had been there about an
hour, I think, when the corporal of the guard came in to report to the
officer of the day, that a fierce blizzard was making it impossible
for sentries to walk post. His own appearance told better than words
what the storm was. He had on a long buffalo coat, muskrat cap and
gauntlets, and the fur from his head down, also heavy overshoes, were
filled with snow, and at each end of his mustache were icicles
hanging.
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