16 hand-written pages, plus envelope
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Media: black ink
This is going to be a perfectly lovely letter!
Our plane (called "the milk train") stopped here and there, and finally reached Denver at 5:30 P. M. Hiddy and the three kids were at the gate jumping up and down, and I got thoroughly hugged — probably because they were all so relieved after the first flight failed to land me. They had been waiting
We had something to eat — maybe a cracker with some mustard on it! — and started north for Windsor, where we arrived in the dark. No place to stay, so we went to Greely for the night. Next morning we went back to Windsor & old Joanie answered the phone when I called. We had a fine visit with her & old and Janet, who, being over two, is very big & knows practically all the English
and she told me to sit down on the other side of the room, moving me towards a chair! I sat down & realized I'd have to turn on all my charm so I did; and even so, it was nip and tuck for a while. Ultimately she started bringing me magazines to read. I found I found pretty little girls in the ads, and asked her to observe that they all
she began kissing the little girls along with me, and finally she put her mouth up to me and gave me a real smacker! She's a precious, & very pretty. Joanie is a raving beauty, a real knockout! My! My! She always was beautiful, but now it's such a rich, full-bloom, gracious beauty. We ate lunch with the K's, and then took out for Estes
JOHN G. NEIHARDT
Route 7
Columbia, Mo.
-5- look" our Nanny had. She runs a little bookstore just for busywork. (She must be wealthy, having sold a very valuable property.)
From Long's Peak Inn we went on south in the mountains — to the famous old
I feel fairly sure that you did not see the island: It's still there, very easy to see if you go to it (about 150 yds southwest of the present monument). You know there were no trees fewer trees than now, and the sapling cottonwood had become a big tree about 2 1/2 feet thick. Thirty five years ago (1926) a tremendous flood rubbed out most of the trees & carried away the big cottonwood at the point of the island. Now there is a clump of cottonwood sprouts (10 to 12 ft. tall) where the old tree stood.
There is now (Aug. 13) no water in the riverbed, except a few puddles & enough to make the riverbed muddy — but it's sand mud. I walked all up & down the island, which is, perhaps somewhat smaller now than in 1868; but it would still hold 50 horses & 51 men. I yearned to dig in the sand, for surely
You remarked that Forsyth did not remember the landscape clearly. I studied this matter while there, and everything tallies remarkably well. However, the island could not be as much as "75 yards" from either bank — a matter of no importance, surely. See page 30, 5 lines from the bottom. "To our right" is correct, as they west when they camped, and the bluffs are on the north side of the island and camp. Page 36, the bluffs are correctly placed on the north side of the island.
"Chalmers" was not Chalmers Smith. He was George W. Chalmers. Smith was another gentleman. The stream there flows eastward. The point of the island is down stream. The sapling cottonwood was cut down to make splints for
leg shin; but a cottonwood cut down goes right on growing, and the big tree I saw 40 years ago at the point of the island was undoubtedly the second growth from the stump of the sapling.
But I made a mistake in the Indian Wars. It was a slip that need not have occurred. Here it is: Page 123. Line 6 from bottom should read southward instead
JOHN G. NEIHARDT
Route 7
Columbia, Mo.
northward as printed The line above should read southward.
Even so, one could justify the directions as given by pointing out that, on the north side of the island, there is quite a wide stretch of plain prairie, and there is a rise to the southward towards low hills. But I did not mean this. I meant to describe the bluffs on the north. I've cha interchanged northward
southward on page 123 in my copy. Please do the same in your copy.
I am glad that Chalmers is George W. Chalmers, and not Chalmers Smith as you thought.
Well, we all went to Stockton, Kansas, after Beecher's Island, and went out to my Grandfather's homestead. The kids were glad to see it.
Isn't this a lovely letter, just as I told you it would be? I'll bet by now, you're so interested that you've quit tatting!!
Yo-Yo was hysterical when she saw the Gak. She still hangs around me, eager to be taken up so that she can pull my hair & bite my nose.
By now, I've kissed all the horses in the barn, and I've seen my precious Double Lucifer doing his stuff in harness; He is quite a wow already — only 24 years old.
I don't like to think of my visit in your house, because I was so miserable
not miserable! Whoever said such a thing?) And I don't like you too, nor Bower, nor Stewart nor Perky. (Does the latter still like her saraparilla?)
I think I'll run up to Lincoln soon & do those videos.
Atherton will have