They had all seen the light from the settlement, and knowing the direction of my house, were pretty sure it was that.

But, to be certain, one of the men came out here yesterday, and found there was no mistake about it.

But the queerest part of the matter was, that all the people, the garrison especially, appeared to feel bad about it too--actually felt bad about it.

And when I asked for volunteers, they all sprung forward and insisted that they would go--insisted that they would go.

I picked out those twelve there--because they had all been in Indian fights and understood the country through which we would be compelled to go.