Camp Supply is at Bluff Creek, only ten miles from here, there was no
necessity for an early start. This gives us an opportunity to get
fresh supplies for our mess chests, and to dry things also.

There was a terrific rain and electric storm last evening, and this
morning we present anything but a military appearance, for around each
tent is a fine array of bedding and clothing hung out to dry. Our camp
is at the foot of a hill a short distance back of the post, and during
the storm the water rushed down with such force that it seemed as
though we were in danger of being carried on to the Arkansas River.

We had just returned from a delightful dinner with Major and Mrs.
Tilden, of the cavalry, and Faye had gone out to mount the guard for
the night, when, without a moment's warning, the storm burst upon us.
The lightning was fierce, and the white canvas made it appear even
worse than it really was, for at each flash the walls of the tent
seemed to be on fire. There was no dark closet for me to run into this
time, but there was a bed, and on that I got, taking the little dog
with me for company and to get him out of the wet. He seemed very
restless and constantly gave little whines, and at the time I thought
it was because he, too, was afraid of the storm. The water was soon
two and three inches deep on the ground under the tent, rushing along
like a mill race, giving little gurgles as it went through the grass
and against the tent pins. The roar of the rain on the tent was
deafening.

The guard is always mounted with the long steel bayonets on the
rifles, and I knew that Faye had on his sword, and remembering these
things made me almost scream at each wicked flash of lightning,
fearing that he and the men had been killed. But he came to the tent