must have become as wearisome to the others as it had to me. But I am
still positive that I saw the black heads of Indians on the top of
ever so many hills we passed. When they wish to see and not be seen
they crawl up a hill on the side farthest from you, but only far
enough up to enable them to look over, and in this position they will
remain for hours, perfectly motionless, watching your every movement.
Unless you notice the hill very carefully you will never see the black
dot on top, for only the eyes and upper part of the head are exposed.
I had been told all this many times; also, that when in an Indian
country to be most watchful when Indians are not to be seen.

Camp Supply is certainly in an Indian country, for it is surrounded by
Comanches, Apaches, Kiowas, Cheyennes, and Arapahoes--each a hostile
tribe, except the last. No one can go a rod from the garrison without
an escort, and our weekly mail is brought down in a wagon and guarded
by a corporal and several privates. Only last week two
couriers--soldiers--who had been sent down with dispatches from Fort
Dodge, were found dead on the road, both shot in the back, probably
without having been given one chance to defend themselves.

We are in camp on low land just outside the post, and last night we
were almost washed away again by the down-pouring rain, and this
morning there is mud everywhere. And this is the country that is
supposed never to have rain! Mrs. Vincent invited me most cordially to
come to her house until we at least knew what quarters we were to
have, and Captain Vincent came early to-day to insist upon my going up
at once, but I really could not go. We have been in rain and mud so
long I feel that I am in no way fit to go to anyone's house. Besides,
it would seem selfish in me to desert Faye, and he, of course, would
not leave the company as long as it is in tents. We are delighted at