day for me to see. His coat is brindled, dark brown and black--just
like Magic's--and fine as the softest satin. One foot is white, and
there is a little white tip to his tail, which, it seems, is
considered a mark of great beauty in a greyhound. We have named him
Harold.

Nothing has been done about packing yet, as the orders have just been
received. The carpenters in the company will not be permitted to do
one thing for us until the captain and first lieutenant have had made
every box and crate they want for the move. I am beginning to think
that it must be nice to be even a first lieutenant. But never mind,
perhaps Faye will get his captaincy in twenty years or so, and then it
will be all "fair and square."

FORT LYON, COLORADO TERRITORY,
May, 1872.

EVERYTHING is packed or disposed of, and we are ready to start
to-morrow on the long march to Camp Supply. Two large army wagons have
been allowed to each company for the officers' baggage, but as all
three officers are present with the company Faye is in, and the
captain has taken one of the wagons for his own use, we can have just
one half of one of those wagons to take our household goods to a
country where it is absolutely impossible to purchase one thing! We
have given away almost all of our furniture, and were glad that we had
bought so little when we came here. Our trunks and several boxes are
to be sent by freight to Hays City at our own expense, and from there
down to the post by wagon, and if we ever see them again I will be
surprised, as Camp Supply is about one hundred and fifty miles from
the railroad. We are taking only one barrel of china--just a few