Major
Carpenter seemed delighted to have us with him, and naturally Mrs.
Stokes and I were in a humor to enjoy everything.
We brought a nice
little luncheon with us for everybody - that is, everyone in the
ambulance. The escort of enlisted men were in a wagon back of us, but
the officer in charge was with us.
The Indians have quieted down, and several of the officers have gone
on leave, so with the two companies now here there are only Major
Stokes, who is in command, Faye, Lieutenant Todd, and Doctor Norton.
Mrs. Stokes has seen much of camp life, and enjoys it now and then as
much as I do. The importance of our husbands as hosts - their many
efforts to make us comfortable and entertain us - is amusing, yet very
lovely. They give us no rest whatever, but as soon as we return from
one little excursion another is immediately proposed. There is a
little spring wagon in camp with two seats, and there are two fine
mules to pull it, and with this really comfortable turn-out we drive
about the country. Major Stokes is military inspector of supplies at
this agency, and every Piegan knows him, so when we meet Indians, as
we do often, there is always a powwow.
Three days ago we packed the little wagon with wraps and other things,
and Major and Mrs. Stokes, Faye, and I started for a two days' outing
at a little lake that is nestled far up on the side of a mountain.
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