While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.

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.

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

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

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.

During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.

I was in Deadwood at the time and on hearing of the killing made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed by McCall.