Edwin B. Fair Letters
Mss.SMs.Coll.17
Edwin B. Fair Letters | 1877-1880, n.d. | 5 item(s) | Box 1 | |
Fair, Edwin B..
Letter to his Sister | 1877 November 26 | 6 page(s) | Box 1 | |
Fort Abraham Lincoln, autographed letter signed. Fair writes about his "trip this summer": hunting buffalo and antelope, encounters with the Crow and Nez Perce Indians, and the discovery of a slain rancher. | ||||
Fair, Edwin B..
Letter to his Sister [Maryetta] | 1878 June 7 | 4 page(s) | Box 1 | |
Fort A. Lincoln, D[akota] T[erritory], autographed letter signed. There is "strong talk of the Expidition [sic] starting soon." Details a favorite trooper's sport--hunting buffalo. Speaks of the possibility of being discharged should the cavalry be reorganized from 12 to 8 companies. | ||||
Fair, Edwin B..
Letter to his Sister [Maryetta] | 1880 February 16 | 8 page(s) | Box 1 | |
Little Missouri, Montana, autographed letter signed. Currently at Little Missouri after a time at Rapid City. Detached to the signal service as an operator with R. L. Rotchford, who "learned me to telegraph last summer." Includes postscript where Fair discusses his role as signal station operator and that he hopes to save his money. Also mentions that settlers are quickly moving in to Montana, that it is "very pretty land out here." | ||||
Fair, Edwin B..
Letter to his Sister [Mary] | 1880 July 14 | 4 page(s) | Box 1 | |
Plumb Creek, autographed letter signed. Discusses an incident where a fellow was planning to shoot Fair with a revolver. The fellow, who had too much to drink, asked Fair to join him and drink with him. Fair refused and the fellow threatened to shoot him. Fair "went at him open handed and gave him a little clouting and the hard case soon yielded." | ||||
Fair, Edwin B..
Fragment of letter [to his sister Mary] | Undated | 4 page(s) | Box 1 | |
Fragment of letter signed. Fair writes of the latest news: One man was found dead at Boxelder; apparently he became lost during a storm and froze to death ("out here it is every one for him self and the Devil for them all"). A man named Jim Belair was ambushed by a party of Indians and was struck by bullet, losing his thumb and forefinger in the process. And, "the odd fellows at Deadwood want me to join the loge [sic], but I think I won't until I come home." |