This young Bloojacket,--who's bubblin' over with sperits--has a heap of interestin' stories about the 'Grey Fox.' It's doo to Bloojacket to say he performs them dooties of his as a scout like a clean-strain sport, an' quits an' p'ints back for the paternal camp of Hardrobe in high repoote.

Thar's one feat of fast hard ridin' that Injun performs, which I hears from others, an' which you-all might not find oninterestin' if I saws it onto you.
"Merritt with three hundred cavalry marches twenty-five miles one mornin'.

Thar's forty Injun scouts along, among 'em this Bloojacket; said copper-hued auxiliaries bein' onder the command of Gen'ral Stanton, as game an' good a gent as ever packs a gun.

It's at noon; Merritt an' his outfit camps at the Rawhide Buttes.

Thar's a courier from Crook overtakes 'em.