25, 1881 10:30 A.M.
Started for Fort Randall. The horses without water. We went
some mile or more out of our way, passing in the dark our camping
place and camping only a short distance from the forks.
Wajapa said the white people lost a month, as they reckoned
time. The Indians had 13 months, the white man but 12. The Indian
watched the moon until it died and then they knew a new one
They all begged me not to write of this great mistake in camping,
for the Indians, if they got hold of it, would never cease laughing.
Sketched our camp at a little distance - nothing to be seen
but tent top and wagon hoops - the grass taller than I am. A
perfect day, warm and delightful. Everybody in better mood.
Ga-ha painted the part of hair and her cheeks, and also her
husbands and they put pomatum on their hair. This done
with a round stick about 10 inches long, the point somewhat
sharpened. The paint in a long sort of pocket like a spectacle
case. The stick gets covered with paint for some inches.
Reached Fort Randall about 2 P.M. Called on the Commander of
the Post, Col. George L. Andrews. After a little conversation,
Mrs. A. appeared. A New England lady. She graciously received
me, and I became their guest. The rest were camped on Stony
Point, a pretty spot near to water and the pasturage fair for
Fort Randall established in 1854. Then there was much trouble
with the Indians. Two of the block houses remain. In these houses
the women and children were sent for safety, and sometimes kept
for weeks. Mrs. Dean, wife (bride) of Lieut. Dean, was born
here. She remembers seeing the hills black with Indians, threatening
Now the 25th infantry here, colored. The skill and proficiency
shown in the drill very remarkable. Band good.
Went to drive in the afternoon with Mrs. Andrews, Mrs. Dean
and Capt. Wilson. Delightful. Learn that Mrs. A. is cousin of
the lady Prof. Putnam is to marry, and knows many friends of
mine. A delightful lady.