When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men's clothes.

The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.

We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded.

Those as don't eat, without exception, fail to survive.

I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.

On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

We remained in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889.