When we reached the buffalo range we discovered some fresh Indian signs.

The redskins had been killing buffalo, and the evidences of their work were very plain.

Terry now called on me to carry dispatches to Colonel Rice, who was still encamped at the mouth of Glendive Creek on the Yellowstone.

This was about eighty miles distant.
Night had set in with a storm.

A drizzling rain was falling, which made the going slippery, and made the blackness of the Western Plains still blacker.