Army Letters from an Officers Wife, 1871-1888 | Page 3

reveille roll-call, and that each man was answering to his name. There
was the same performance this morning, and at breakfast I asked
General Phillips why soldiers required such a beating of drums, and
deafening racket generally, to awaken them in the morning. But he did
not tell me--said it was an old army custom to have the drums beaten
along the officers' walk at reveille.
Yesterday morning, directly after guard-mounting, Faye put on his
full-dress uniform--epaulets, beautiful scarlet sash, and sword--and
went over to the office of the commanding officer to report officially.
The officer in command of the post is lieutenant colonel of the
regiment, but he, also, is a general by brevet, and one can see by his
very walk that he expects this to be remembered always. So it is
apparent to me that the safest thing to do is to call everyone
general--there seem to be so many here. If I make a mistake, it will be
on the right side, at least.
Much of the furniture in this house was made by soldier carpenters here
at the post, and is not only very nice, but cost General Phillips almost
nothing, and, as we have to buy everything, I said at dinner last evening
that we must have some precisely like it, supposing, of course, that
General Phillips would feel highly gratified because his taste was
admired. But instead of the smile and gracious acquiescence I had
expected, there was another straightening back in the chair, and a
silence that was ominous and chilling. Finally, he recovered sufficient

breath to tell me that at present, there were no good carpenters in the
company. Later on, however, I learned that only captains and officers
of higher rank can have such things. The captains seem to have the best
of everything, and the lieutenants are expected to get along with
smaller houses, much less pay, and much less everything else, and at
the same time perform all of the disagreeable duties.
Faye is wonderfully amiable about it, and assures me that when he gets
to be a captain I will see that it is just and fair. But I happen to
remember that he told me not long ago that he might not get his
captaincy for twenty years. Just think of it--a whole long lifetime--and
always a Mister, too--and perhaps by that time it will be "just and fair"
for the lieutenants to have everything!
We saw our house yesterday--quarters I must learn to say--and it is ever
so much nicer than we had expected it to be. All of the officers'
quarters are new, and this set has never been occupied. It has a hall
with a pretty stairway, three rooms and a large shed downstairs, and
two rooms and a very large hall closet on the second floor. A soldier is
cleaning the windows and floors, and making things tidy generally.
Many of the men like to cook, and do things for officers of their
company, thereby adding to their pay, and these men are called strikers.
There are four companies here--three of infantry and one troop of
cavalry. You must always remember that Faye is in the infantry. With
the cavalry he has a classmate, and a friend, also, which will make it
pleasant for both of us. In my letters to you I will disregard army
etiquette, and call the lieutenants by their rank, otherwise you would
not know of whom I was writing--an officer or civilian. Lieutenant
Baldwin has been on the frontier many years, and is an experienced
hunter of buffalo and antelope. He says that I must commence riding
horseback at once, and has generously offered me the use of one of his
horses. Mrs. Phillips insists upon my using her saddle until I can get
one from the East, so I can ride as soon as our trunks come. And I am
to learn to shoot pistols and guns, and do all sorts of things.
We are to remain with General and Mrs. Phillips several days, while
our own house is being made habitable, and in the meantime our trunks
and boxes will come, also the colored cook. I have not missed my
dresses very much--there has been so much else to think about. There is
a little store just outside the post that is named "Post Trader's," where

many useful things are kept, and we have just been there to purchase
some really nice furniture that an officer left to be sold when he was
retired last spring. We got only enough to make ourselves comfortable
during the winter, for it seems to be the general belief here that these
companies of infantry will be ordered to Camp Supply, Indian Territory,
in the spring. It must be a most