CHAPTER IV - CATHY TO HER
AUNT MERCEDES
Oh, it is wonderful here, aunty dear, just paradise! Oh, if you could
only see it! everything so wild and lovely; such grand plains, stretching
such miles and miles and miles, all the most delicious velvety sand and
sage-brush, and rabbits as big as a dog, and such tall and noble jackassful
ears that that is what they name them by; and such vast mountains, and so
rugged and craggy and lofty, with cloud-shawls wrapped around their
shoulders, and looking so solemn and awful and satisfied; and the
charming Indians, oh, how you would dote on them, aunty dear, and they
would on you, too, and they would let you hold their babies, the way they
do me, and they ARE the fattest, and brownest, and sweetest little things,
and never cry, and wouldn't if they had pins sticking in them, which they
haven't, because they are poor and can't afford it; and the horses and mules
and cattle and dogs - hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, and not an
animal that you can't do what you please with, except uncle Thomas, but I
don't mind him, he's lovely; and oh, if you could hear the bugles: TOO -
TOO - TOO-TOO - TOO - TOO, and so on - perfectly beautiful! Do you
recognize that one? It's the first toots of the REVEILLE; it goes, dear me,
SO early in the morning! - then I and every other soldier on the whole
place are up and out in a minute, except uncle Thomas, who is most
unaccountably lazy, I don't know why, but I have talked to him about it,
and I reckon it will be better, now. He hasn't any faults much, and is
charming and sweet, like Buffalo Bill, and Thunder-Bird, and Mammy
Dorcas, and Soldier Boy, and Shekels, and Potter, and Sour-Mash, and -
well, they're ALL that, just angels, as you may say.
The very first day I came, I don't know how long ago it was, Buffalo
Bill took me on Soldier Boy to Thunder-Bird's camp, not the big one
which is out on the plain, which is White Cloud's, he took me to THAT
one next day, but this one is four or five miles up in the hills and crags,
where there is a great shut-in meadow, full of Indian lodges and dogs and
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squaws and everything that is interesting, and a brook of the clearest water
running through it, with white pebbles on the bottom and trees all along
the banks cool and shady and good to wade in, and as the sun goes down it
is dimmish in there, but away up against the sky you see the big peaks
towering up and shining bright and vivid in the sun, and sometimes an
eagle sailing by them, not flapping a wing, the same as if he was asleep;
and young Indians and girls romping and laughing and carrying on, around
the spring and the pool, and not much clothes on except the girls, and dogs
fighting, and the squaws busy at work, and the bucks busy resting, and the
old men sitting in a bunch smoking, and passing the pipe not to the left but
to the right, which means there's been a row in the camp and they are
settling it if they can, and children playing JUST the same as any other
children, and little boys shooting at a mark with bows, and I cuffed one of
them because he hit a dog with a club that wasn't doing anything, and he
resented it but before long he wished he hadn't: but this sentence is
getting too long and I will start another. Thunder-Bird put on his
Sunday-best war outfit to let me see him, and he was splendid to look at,
with his face painted red and bright and intense like a fire-coal and a
valance of eagle feathers from the top of his head all down his back, and
he had his tomahawk, too, and his pipe, which has a stem which is longer
than my arm, and I never had such a good time in an Indian camp in my
life, and I learned a lot of words of the language, and next day BB took me
to the camp out on the Plains, four miles, and I had another good time and
got acquainted with some more Indians and dogs; and the big chief, by the
name of White Cloud, gave me a pretty little bow and arrows and I gave
him my red sash-ribbon, and in four days I could shoot very well with it
and beat any white boy of my size at the post; and I have been to those
camps plenty of times since; and I have learned to ride, too, BB taught me,
and every day he practises me and praises me, and every time I do better
than ever he lets me have a scamper on Soldier Boy, and THAT'S the last
agony of pleasure! for he is the charmingest horse, and so beautiful and
shiny and black, and hasn't another color on him anywhere, except a white
star in his forehead, not just an imitation star, but a real one, with four
points, shaped exactly like a star that's hand-made, and if you should cover
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him all up but his star you would know him anywhere, even in Jerusalem
or Australia, by that. And I got acquainted with a good many of the
Seventh Cavalry, and the dragoons, and officers, and families, and horses,
in the first few days, and some more in the next few and the next few and
the next few, and now I know more soldiers and horses than you can think,
no matter how hard you try. I am keeping up my studies every now and
then, but there isn't much time for it. I love you so! and I send you a hug
and a kiss.
CATHY.
P.S. - I belong to the Seventh Cavalry and Ninth Dragoons, I am an
officer, too, and do not have to work on account of not getting any wages.
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