Dec. 25th, 1899

Christmas! Well I guess nit! Sweat like a boy steer, running around in my shirt sleeves. Christmas! Well thats what they say & I guess it must be so. We had beans, salmon, rice, pie, bread & coffe for dinner We beat M.Co. in a ball game this A.M., score 14 to 10 and won a game from them in P.M. with a score of 11 to 10 in twelve innings. A couple of officers & trumpeter Bean were out on horseback & ran into about 16 natives who fired on them. Bean killed one but they (our men) had nothing but pistols and so didn’t stay very long. Outpost at night.

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