Mary Rhody
speaker
967 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Mary Rhody’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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He had long been married, and misses Hay, when at the post, was a social sphinx, kind hearted, charitable, lavish to the soldiers' wives and children, and devotion itself to the families of the officers when sickness and trouble came, as come in the old days they too often did.
It was she who took poor Ned Robinson's young widow and infant all the way to Cheyenne, when the Sioux butchered the luckless little hunting party down by Laramie Peak.
It was she who nursed Captain Forrest's wife and daughter through ten weeks of typhoid.
and with her own means sent them to the seashore while the husband and father was far up on the Yellowstone, cut off from all communication in the big campaign of seventy six.
It was she who built the little chapel and decked and dressed it for Easter and Christmas, despite the fact that she herself had been baptized in the Roman Catholic faith.
It was she who went at once to every woman in the garrison, whose husband was ordered out on scout or campaign, profering aid and comfort, despite the fact long whispered in the garrisons of the Platte Country that
That in the old days she had far more friends among the red men than the white
That could well be because in those days white men were few and far between.
Everyone had heard the story that it was through her the news of the massacre at Fort Phil Kearney was made known to the post commander that
For she could speak the dialects of both the Arapaho and the Sioux, and had the sign language of the plains veritably at her fingers' ends.
There were not lacking those who declared that Indian blood ran in her veins, that her mother was an Ogallala squaw, and her father a French Canadian fur trapper, a story to which her raven black hair and brows, her deep dark eyes and somewhat swarthy complexion gave no little colour.
But long years before Bill Hay had taken her east where he had relatives, and where she studied under excellent masters, returning to him summer after summer, with more and more of refinement in manner, and so much of style and fashion in dress that her annual advent had come to be looked upon as quite the event of the season.
Even by women of the social position of Mrs.
Ray and Mrs.
Blake
The recognized leaders among the young matrons of the Blank Cavalry, and by gentle Mrs.
Dade, to whom everyone looked up in respect, almost in reverence.
Despite the mystery about her antecedents, there was every reason why Mrs.
Hay should be held in esteem and affection.
Bill Hay himself was a diamond in the rough, square, sturdy, uncompromising, generous, and hospitable.
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