I carried a tomahawk which I had made.

The blade was two inches wide and three inches long--the poll two inches long and about as large round as a dime; handle eighteen or twenty inches long with a knob on the end so it would not easily slip from the hand.

Oiled patches for our rifle balls on a string, a firing wire, a charger to measure the powder, and a small piece of leather with four nipples on it for caps--all on my breast, so that I could load very rapidly.

My bed was a comfort I made myself, a little larger than usual.
I lay down on one side of the bed and with my gun close to me, turned the blanket over me.

When out of camp I never left my gun out of my reach.