We was so busy tryin' to keep from freezin' to death that we never gave a thought to Indians, that is 'ceptin' one, the guide, Jim Palmer, who knowed them Cheyennes, an' who kept dodgin' about in the blizzard, facin' the icy blast an' the whirlin' snow, an' always lookin' an' listenin'.

I owe my life to him, an' so does every other one of the hundred.

Shore enough the Cheyennes come, ridin' right on the edge of the blizzard, an' in all that terrible storm they tried to rush us.

But we'd been warned by Palmer an' we beat 'em off at last, though a lot of good men bit the snow.

I say again, sir, that you can't ever be too careful in war.
Do everything you can think of, and then think of some more.