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

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.

But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.

But the love of adventure was in father's blood.