We had no trouble in selecting a fine camp with good spring water and excellent grass.
Learning that the stream, which was but eight miles long, was without a name, the general took out his map, and, locating it, christened it Cody's Creek, which name it still bears.
Early the next morning we pulled out for the Beaver.

As we were approaching the stream I rode on ahead of the advance guard in order to find a crossing.

Just as I turned a bend of the creek "Bang!" went a shot, and down went my horse, accompanied by myself.
I disentangled myself and jumped clear of the carcass, turning my guns loose at two Indians whom I discovered in the direction from which the shot had come.

In the suddenness of it all I missed my aim.

The Indians fired two or three more shots, and I returned the compliment by wounding one of their horses.
On the other side of the creek I saw a few lodges moving rapidly away, and also mounted warriors.