This is my second letter to YOUNG PEOPLE. The first was written
some time ago from Fort Apache. Most girls tell of their pets, but
as I have only a pair of pigeons and a little "burro" (which is
Mexican for donkey), I'll tell about our trip from Fort Apache to
this place. We left Apache early on the morning of June 28, and
arrived here on the afternoon of July 9, having travelled in an
ambulance drawn by six stout mules. The road was very rough in some
places, but the scenery was beautiful, especially when crossing the
mountains. We passed by the graves of the men killed by Indians
last May. In one grave there were five bodies. We also saw the
charred remains of a wagon, to which the Indians had tied men and
then burned them. We had a detail of sixteen soldiers, or we should
have been very much afraid. We camped each night, and I thought how
surprised Eastern people would have been had they seen us sitting
outside the tents after supper, singing, in this wild country. I'll
write again some time, and tell about this funny little fort--that
is, if we stay here long enough.