Laramie-The Queen Of Bedlam（战争）:
故事前言
A STORY OF FRONTIER ARMY LIFE.
I.
The snow had
gone from all the foot-hills and had long since disappeared in the broad river
bottom. It was fast going from the neighboring mountains, too--both the streams told
plainly of that, for while the Platte rolled along in great, swift surges under the
Engineer Bridge, its smaller tributary--the "Larmie," as the soldiers called it--
came brawling and foaming down its stony bed and sweeping around the back of the
fort with a wild vehemence that made some of the denizens of the south end decidedly
nervous. The rear windows of the commanding officer-s house looked out upon a
rushing torrent, and where the surgeon lived, at the south-west angle,