The chapel was at one end, and a fairly good stage was at the other.
Being nearer civilization now, in the state of Nebraska, Uncle Sam provided us with a chaplain, and a weekly service was held by the Anglican clergyman--a tall, well-formed man, a scholar and, as we say, a gentleman.

He wore the uniform of the army chaplain, and as far as looks went could hold his own with any of the younger officers.

And it was a great comfort to the church people to have this weekly service.
During the rest of the time, the chapel was concealed by heavy curtains, and the seats turned around facing the stage.
We had a good string orchestra of twenty or more pieces, and as there were a number of active young bachelors at the post, a series of weekly dances was inaugurated.

Never did I enjoy dancing more than at this time.
Then Mrs.Kautz, who was a thorough music lover and had a cultivated taste as well as a trained and exquisite voice, gave several musicales, for which much preparation was made, and which were most delightful.
These were given at the quarters of General Kautz, a long, low, rambling one-story house, arranged with that artistic taste for which Mrs.Kautz was distinguished.
Then came theatricals, all managed by Mrs.Kautz, whose talents were versatile.
We charged admission, for we needed some more scenery, and the neighboring frontier town of Valentine came riding and driving over the prairie and across the old bridge of the Niobrara River, to see our plays.

We had a well-lighted stage.