This was the last letter ever received by the family from ''Bert'', he was only 23 years of age. It is written on letterhead from the Red Fork Ranch in Indian Territory. D. W. Jones was the owner.
November 6, 1877
Dear Dot,
The stage starts in a few minutes and I have only time to say that I am well. I have heard nothing of my cattle yet and the Indian Agent, Miles told me Sunday he could give me no encouragement. He says that he has information of the ponies being out on the buffalo range in the possession of some of the Southwestern tribe. The Cheyenne and Arapaho start out on their buffalo hunt in about two or three weeks. This is a sheet of paper borrowed from Dan. It is all good except accommodations, etc. What kind of accommodations would you call it when every fellow has to furnish his own bed or keep the fire company? The ranch is comfortable and warm, but a dirt floor is hard to sleep on without blankets. I have a pair of heavy californias and a splendid buffalo robe. So I fare ''fine''. We have lots of game. My letters have grown rather uninteresting Dot I know and it is because I have grown accustomed to frontier life. But I will try and write a good long letter soon and tell you about the Indian's Territory laws, prairie dogs, wolves and everything I can think of. I would like to see you all at home and especially my dear good mother. Kiss Lizzie for me and with love to all. I remain your affectionate brother.
Bert
Bert was apparently lost to the Indians in Texas as the family NEVER heard from him again.
November 6, 1877
Dear Dot,
The stage starts in a few minutes and I have only time to say that I am well. I have heard nothing of my cattle yet and the Indian Agent, Miles told me Sunday he could give me no encouragement. He says that he has information of the ponies being out on the buffalo range in the possession of some of the Southwestern tribe. The Cheyenne and Arapaho start out on their buffalo hunt in about two or three weeks. This is a sheet of paper borrowed from Dan. It is all good except accommodations, etc. What kind of accommodations would you call it when every fellow has to furnish his own bed or keep the fire company? The ranch is comfortable and warm, but a dirt floor is hard to sleep on without blankets. I have a pair of heavy californias and a splendid buffalo robe. So I fare ''fine''. We have lots of game. My letters have grown rather uninteresting Dot I know and it is because I have grown accustomed to frontier life. But I will try and write a good long letter soon and tell you about the Indian's Territory laws, prairie dogs, wolves and everything I can think of. I would like to see you all at home and especially my dear good mother. Kiss Lizzie for me and with love to all. I remain your affectionate brother.
Bert
Bert was apparently lost to the Indians in Texas as the family NEVER heard from him again.
This was the last letter ever received by the family from ''Bert'', he was only 23 years of age. It is written on letterhead from the Red Fork Ranch in Indian Territory. D. W. Jones was the owner.
November 6, 1877
Dear Dot,
The stage starts in a few minutes and I have only time to say that I am well. I have heard nothing of my cattle yet and the Indian Agent, Miles told me Sunday he could give me no encouragement. He says that he has information of the ponies being out on the buffalo range in the possession of some of the Southwestern tribe. The Cheyenne and Arapaho start out on their buffalo hunt in about two or three weeks. This is a sheet of paper borrowed from Dan. It is all good except accommodations, etc. What kind of accommodations would you call it when every fellow has to furnish his own bed or keep the fire company? The ranch is comfortable and warm, but a dirt floor is hard to sleep on without blankets. I have a pair of heavy californias and a splendid buffalo robe. So I fare ''fine''. We have lots of game. My letters have grown rather uninteresting Dot I know and it is because I have grown accustomed to frontier life. But I will try and write a good long letter soon and tell you about the Indian's Territory laws, prairie dogs, wolves and everything I can think of. I would like to see you all at home and especially my dear good mother. Kiss Lizzie for me and with love to all. I remain your affectionate brother.
Bert
Bert was apparently lost to the Indians in Texas as the family NEVER heard from him again.
November 6, 1877
Dear Dot,
The stage starts in a few minutes and I have only time to say that I am well. I have heard nothing of my cattle yet and the Indian Agent, Miles told me Sunday he could give me no encouragement. He says that he has information of the ponies being out on the buffalo range in the possession of some of the Southwestern tribe. The Cheyenne and Arapaho start out on their buffalo hunt in about two or three weeks. This is a sheet of paper borrowed from Dan. It is all good except accommodations, etc. What kind of accommodations would you call it when every fellow has to furnish his own bed or keep the fire company? The ranch is comfortable and warm, but a dirt floor is hard to sleep on without blankets. I have a pair of heavy californias and a splendid buffalo robe. So I fare ''fine''. We have lots of game. My letters have grown rather uninteresting Dot I know and it is because I have grown accustomed to frontier life. But I will try and write a good long letter soon and tell you about the Indian's Territory laws, prairie dogs, wolves and everything I can think of. I would like to see you all at home and especially my dear good mother. Kiss Lizzie for me and with love to all. I remain your affectionate brother.
Bert
Bert was apparently lost to the Indians in Texas as the family NEVER heard from him again.
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