My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.