Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.
Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.
Washington newspaper men know everything.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.