General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

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

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

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.

My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.