I thought my decision irrevocable.
Before the two small deep windows in our room we hung some Turkey red cotton, Jack built in his spare moments a couch for me, and gradually our small quarters assumed an appearance of comfort.

I turned my attention a little to social matters.

We dined at Captain Montgomery's (the commanding officer's) house; his wife was a famous Washington beauty.

He had more rank, consequently more rooms, than we had, and their quarters were very comfortable and attractive.
There was much that was new and interesting at the post.

The Indians who lived on this reservation were the White Mountain Apaches, a fierce and cruel tribe, whose depredations and atrocities had been carried on for years, in and around, and, indeed, far away from their mountain homes.
But this tribe was now under surveillance of the Government, and guarded by a strong garrison of cavalry and infantry at Camp Apache.