I know no larger or finer field for the display of an advanced individualism than that which opened before us as we went from San Antonio to Tampa, camped there, and embarked on a transport for Cuba.

Nobody ever had any definite information to give us, and whatever information we unearthed on our own account was usually wrong.

Each of us had to show an alert and not overscrupulous self-reliance in order to obtain food for his men, provender for his horses, or transportation of any kind for any object.
One lesson early impressed on me was that if I wanted anything to eat it was wise to carry it with me; and if any new war should arise, I would earnestly advise the men of every volunteer organization always to proceed upon the belief that their supplies will not turn up, and to take every opportunity of getting food for themselves.
Tampa was a scene of the wildest confusion.

There were miles of tracks loaded with cars of the contents of which nobody seemed to have any definite knowledge.

General Miles, who was supposed to have supervision over everything, and General Shafter, who had charge of the expedition, were both there.