I particularly remember Tom Kenahan, Hank Fields, and a character called "Nosey." The morning of the 6th we pulled out to the north.

During the day I was particularly struck with the appearance of the regiment.

It was a beautiful command, and when strung out on the prairies with, a train of seventy-five six-mule wagons, ambulances, and pack-mules, I felt very proud of my position as guide and chief of scouts with such a warlike expedition.
Just as we were going into camp on the Saline River that night we ran into a band of some fifteen Indians.

They saw us, and dashed across the creek, followed by some bullets which we sent after them.
This little band proved to be only a scouting party, so we followed it only a mile or two.

Our attention was directed shortly to a herd of buffaloes, and we killed ten or fifteen for the command.
Next day we marched thirty miles.