Capt. May who was sufficiently informed with our present status, commissioned while he said they would come tomorrow. Guns lunch'd with us, I - we dined with him. We walked along the village - or rather ploughed along for the place in the west and into 4 feet deep in yellow sticky day, it's full of dust & sun pan, to the fact that it is a rail head & that at so greatly over populated regard of the influx of returns. The mess men prepared for mom when we select our top dinner with a card to remind the captain. At 3 P.M., no messes agree must telegraph at the capt's orderly rank they would be ready at 5; we decided to stick there and at 4 returned no progress & me said we would not go take a walk went with him to get the smell. We got him and dinner at 7 P.M. stuck at the heels of his head & made long man until we actually saw three letters prepared of the saddle for 4 miles.