And the grass is as high as a stirrup and the trees very plentiful after the plains of Texas.

The men at Fort Reno were the best I have met, indeed I am just a little tired of trying to talk of things of interest to the Second Lieutenant's intellect.

But I had to leave there because I had missed the beef issue and had to see it and as it was due here I pushed on.
This post is very beautiful but the men are very young and civil appointments mainly, which means that they have not been to West Point but had fathers and have friends with influence and they are fresh.
But the scenery around the post is delightfully wild and big and there is an Indian camp at the foot of the hill on which the fort is stuck.
Mother, instead of going to Europe, should come here and see her Indians.

Only if she did she would bring a dozen or more of the children back with her.

They are the brightest spot in my trip and I spend the mornings and afternoons trying to get them to play with me.
They are very shy and pretty and beautifully barbaric and wear the most gorgeous trappings.