from the spring of 1879 until the winter of 1881, lieutenant lockwood spent a part of his time in the indian territory, but chiefly in the state of colorado. the first duty of his company was to establish a cantonment on the canadian river. on their way thither, they made a halt at fort supply, where the country was sparsely settled, and where the rolling prairies seemed desolate and interminable. those of his regiment who had been ordered to supply, he found in miserable quarters—log-huts covered inside with canvas—old, cold, and forlorn in appearance inside and out, and yet the canvas walls thus used and useless were furnished at a cost of hundreds of dollars. after leaving that place for the canadian river, he was made the engineer officer, and, with a view of making a map of the route and surrounding country, devoted his time to the science of topography, being rewarded by the hearty approbation of the officer in command.
he had counted upon having some good hunting on this route for turkeys and other game, but was disappointed, owing to the fact, as was supposed, that 53 several hundred indians had passed through the country some weeks before and had gobbled up everything, including a host of gobblers. on reaching their destination, the company went into camp under a bluff on the canadian river, where they were to remain until buildings could be erected in the immediate vicinity. at the conclusion of his first letter written home from this camp, he says, “i am lying at full length on a buffalo-robe with my paper on ‘daniel deronda,’ and the position is not comfortable.”
in june, lieutenant lockwood was sent with a small party to post reno, where troubles were apprehended with the indians. it was not necessary to do any fighting there, however, for the reason that the chief inhabitants of the region were rattlesnakes, tarantulas, and prairie-dogs, and the indians in the vicinity did not seem to be in a blood-thirsty mood. returning to the cantonment on the canadian river, he was depressed by the discomforts of the place—no society and many extra duties—but he, nevertheless, found time and inclination to study the spanish language, as if determined not to leave a stone unturned in his efforts to make himself useful, or ready for any emergency. after confessing his fondness for social intercourse, he writes: “at times i get the ennui and blues very much. still i try to preserve a philosophic mind, and when the dark side of the picture presents itself, i take a different stand-point, and thus force myself to see, by contrast, the bright side. i find, and ever have found, that the more occupied i am, the better contented i feel.”
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in april, 1880, he went upon a kind of exploring expedition, riding in ten days a distance of nearly three hundred miles, and on returning was glad enough to have a little rest in his camp. but, before he could fall into any idle habits, he was ordered westward, with his command, on still more arduous duties. in a letter from a camp near saguache, on the borders of colorado, he sent home the following account of what he had seen and experienced: “we left fort garland on the 17th of may, and have since been traveling across ‘san luis park,’ the ‘valley of the gods.’ this is a vast level plain in southern colorado, surrounded on all sides by high, snow-capped mountains, which always seem within a few hours’ travel, and yet are miles and miles away. when one considers that blanco peak is over fourteen thousand feet above the sea-level, one does not wonder that it is very plainly seen from where i am now writing. this paradise of the gods is some two hundred miles long by over sixty across, and is a veritable desert. i have met nothing like it outside of arizona. the vegetation consists of greasewood and sage-brush—sometimes not even this; the irrigation-ditches that one meets near the few streams seem hardly able to produce a feeble, stunted grass. for miles and miles, all is pulverized dust, which, blown by the winds in blinding clouds, covers everything like the ashes of a volcano. night before last one of these pleasant zephyrs blew down several of the tents, and filled the air so thickly with dust, that several of the command, who had their hats blown off, were unable to find or recover 55 them. they say it sometimes rains here, but i very much doubt it. the few ranches we have encountered are on streams descending from the mountains, which sink in the plain after running a short distance; and bordering them are the squalid adobe houses, the only habitations in the country.
“improbable as it may seem, the owners say that they raise potatoes, etc. surely these mountains should be of gold and silver to compensate for the sterility of the soil.” the prospect did not make lockwood hilarious, and he frankly said that he was tired of army-life, and that eating almost nothing but bacon, and going without any comforts caused him to sigh for a return to the old annapolis farm. he had not the ambition to enjoy the glory of army-life in such a wilderness. it might, indeed, give one a competency, but it was a gold-mine in arizona that had recently given a fortune of fifty thousand dollars to one of the officers of his regiment. after a short stay at garland and alamosa, and catching a glimpse of the del norte, the command reached the cochetapa pass, near los pinos and the summit of the rocky mountains; and now the lieutenant began to experience a kind of mountain-fever, which he called a weird condition of the system. he was troubled with the shortness of breath usual at great altitudes. the six hundred mules drawing the train of one hundred wagons had great difficulty in passing through what he called the terrible ca?ons. early in june, 1880, he reached the uncompahgre river, where the command encamped. hardly had he obtained any relaxation 56 before an order came from fort leavenworth, detailing a general court and making him the judge advocate, thereby proving that there was not much rest for an officer of recognized ability. while anxious to make money, he did not, while among the mountains, follow the example of certain fellow-officers, who devoted some attention to mining speculations, their mode of operating being as follows: “for example, they secure the services of a competent man, provide him with food, etc., and send him out to prospect. those in the nineteenth have received a very flattering letter from their man, who has struck a very rich vein, according to his account. but this and all similar ventures are mere chance. money, to the amount of twenty-five or fifty dollars, seems little to invest in enterprises that may pay thousands; but these investments count up and are not pleasant to consider when all ends in failure. one of the officers has invested not less than thirty-three hundred dollars in this mine-hunting business. he goes it alone, and has all the enthusiasm of an old miner.” not caring to waste his money in speculations of this sort, he improved his leisure in exploring the scenery of the region, especially some ca?ons where the walls were several thousand feet high, and also a stream called cow creek, where he had some superb fishing and caught the largest trout he had ever seen, while his companions killed a number of deer. among the scenes in which he was especially interested was a hot spring which measured thirty feet across, a waterfall two hundred feet high, and a 57 small mining hamlet nestled in a pocket of the mountains, and where, funny to relate, he and his companions were suspected to be tramps or horse-thieves. returning to his regular cantonment on the uncompahgre, he was informed of a pending trouble with the ute indians, when, according to his habit, he expressed this decided opinion: “if the sentimentalists on indian questions in the east could be brought out here and made to feel and suffer the outrages which these savages inflict on isolated settlers, there would not be so many to support the interior department in its abominable prejudice in all questions of whites vs. indians.”
in one of his letters, written from a cantonment in colorado, he mentions with pain the temporary fall of one of his brother officers, who, while playing a game of poker, was charged with dishonesty, thereby pocketing a hundred dollars. the poor fellow had been placed in arrest and was to have a trial. in speaking of his manner of killing time in his colorado camp, he alludes to the fact of having two setter dogs, which he was training for use and his own amusement, and further says that when not playing a game of billiards at the store near the camp, he spent his time in reading, the books then occupying his attention being, tyler’s “baconian philosophy,” which he greatly admired; swinton’s “history of the rebellion,” which he criticised with some severity; and green’s “russian campaign in turkey,” which interested him greatly.
