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    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 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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