We
Bade The Sixth Cavalry People Once More Good-Bye, But I Was So
Nearly Dead By This Time, With The Heat, And The Fatigue Of All
This Hard Travelling And Packing Up, That The Keener Edge Of My
Emotions Was Dulled.
Eight days and nights spent in travelling
hither and thither over those hot plains in Southern Arizona, and
all for what?
Because somebody in ordering somebody to change his station, had
forgotten that somebody's regiment was about to be ordered out of
the country it had been in for four years. Also because my
husband was a soldier who obeyed orders without questioning them.
If he had been a political wire-puller, many of our misfortunes
might have been averted. But then, while I half envied the wives
of the wire-pullers, I took a sort of pride in the blind
obedience shown by my own particular soldier to the orders he
received.
After that week's experience, I held another colloquy with
myself, and decided that wives should not follow their husbands
in the army, and that if I ever got back East again, I would
stay: I simply could not go on enduring these unmitigated and
unreasonable hardships.
The Florence man staid over at the post a day or so to rest his
ponies. I bade him good-bye and told him to take care of those
brave little beasts, which had travelled seventy miles without
rest, to bring us to our destination. He nodded pleasantly and
drove away.
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