Monday, February 22, 2010
Feb 22nd
Well my darling Monday has passed and still no mail. We heard to day that Allen had gone on with Aken[?] who is going to Benton to meet the wagons which were expected in Whoop Up today. So if there is a mail on then tomorrow or surely the next day will bring them. Today has been a very dull stormy day - snowing all day long – so once more the prairies are covered with this cold white mantle[?]. It has not been cold in spite of the storm and tonight it is clearing off. The moon is trying hard to shine through the driving [?]. Tomorrow will probably be a fine day. This morning I was working in the Hospital finishing up my Report – it now needs only to be copied out. It is a very [?] drag off my mind. In the afternoon I set to work and thought I would try and finish some but the entrance of a couple of Indians made me get out my vocabulary and converse with them – adding a few words to my dictionary which is gradually increasing in size. The Indians sat and smoked and talked the entire afternoon. It was nearly time to dress for dinner when they went, so I sat in the twilight gloom and thought. Would you like to know of what I was thinking? Of course you know. It was yourself. I imagined you at home after tea in the sitting room. Your father lying on the lounge Jack studying a chess problem. Sallie with her books in her lap, passing observations. Your mother sewing, knitting or doing some sort of work. You were working too + thinking while your [?] were busy. Then I thought how pleasant if you were sitting by my side – off here in the Far Far West. The stove door was open + the coal burned just as brightly as it did in your grate[?]. And many a [?] [?] was painted their many a vivid castle [?] + ravished in the Changing [Charging?] [?] – After dinner I came back to my room + finished up the Mess[?] accounts for tomorrow night when we have a mess[?] meeting + then read a few pages of Anatomy. Then went back to the Mess Room got beaten in a couple of games of Euchre, then we had some theatricals, impromptu of course, + closed the performance with a few snatches of songs – I must now say Good night. I wantto begin a letter home in order to have it ready to send the next opportunity, so good night again.
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