"How do you suppose he knew we were here ?" We soon made arrangements for him to accompany us to Angel Island, and in a few days this "heathen Chinee" had unpacked all our boxes and made our quarters very comfortable.

He was rather a high-caste man, and as true and loyal as a Christian.

He never broke his word, and he staid with us as long as we remained in California.
And now we began to live, to truly live; for we felt that the years spent at those desert posts under the scorching suns of Arizona had cheated us out of all but a bare existence upon earth.
The flowers ran riot in our garden, fresh fruits and vegetables, fresh fish, and all the luxuries of that marvellous climate, were brought to our door.
A comfortable Government steamboat plied between San Francisco and its harbor posts, and the distance was not great--only three quarters of an hour.

So we had a taste of the social life of that fascinating city, and could enjoy the theatres also.
On the Island, we had music and dancing, as it was the headquarters of the regiment.

Mrs.Kautz, so brilliant and gay, held grand court here--receptions, military functions, lawn tennis, bright uniforms, were the order of the day.