He informed me that he owned Brigham, and I rode out to his place to take a look at my gallant old friend.

He seemed to remember me, as I put my arms about his neck and caressed him like a long-lost child.
When I had received my appointment as guide and scout I was ordered to report to the commandant of Fort Larned, Captain Daingerfield Parker.

I knew that it would be necessary to take my family, who had been with me at Sheridan, to Leavenworth and leave them there.

This I did at once.
When I arrived at Larned, I found the scouts under command of Dick Curtis, an old-time scout of whom I have spoken in these reminiscences.
Three hundred lodges of Kiowa and Comanche Indians were encamped near the fort.

These savages had not yet gone on the warpath, but they were restless and discontented.