Today began with lots of clouds and cool breezes. The camp is quiet with most of the men on the trail. Word came this morning of a raiding party within a days ride.
The sun has now burned away the cool. A herd of ten to twelve deer wandered across the parade ground.
Mrs. Jones has come to call. She says the Sgt. Majors wife had a son last week.
Game will be plentiful this winter. So dreary and wet. Puddles of mud dot the parade grounds. Another day we must stay inside.
The men have had luck, plenty of wild game. Randal is away also ~ something about the Indian problem at Palo Duro. Such horrible conditions for travel.
Mail arrived but no word from home.
The Commander of Fort Richardson
Cordially invites you and yours
to an evening of
Music and Socializing
on the Veranda of
The Commander's Quarters.
Troubadour Troops Band
~Portrait photo from CITexasGal Collection of Vintage Photos (Unknown Woman...a representative of the period). All photos by CITexas Gal.