I never saw my journal after, nor did I ever keep another, except for a portion of the time while travelling abroad.

Often since a fear has crossed my mind lest that book might turn up yet, and fall into the hands of some malicious person who would publish it.

I know its appearance would cause me as much heart-burning as my youthful horse-trade, or the later rebuke for wearing uniform clothes.
The 3d infantry had selected camping grounds on the reservation at Fort Jessup, about midway between the Red River and the Sabine.

Our orders required us to go into camp in the same neighborhood, and await further instructions.

Those authorized to do so selected a place in the pine woods, between the old town of Natchitoches and Grand Ecore, about three miles from each, and on high ground back from the river.