At night we returned to the command, which by this time had crossed the dam.
For several days we scouted along the river.

We had two or three lively skirmishes, but at last our supplies began to run low, and the general ordered us to return to Fort Wallace, which we reached three days afterward.
While the regiment remained here, waiting for orders, I spent most of my time hunting buffaloes.

One day while I was out with a small party, fifty Indians jumped us, and we had a terrific battle for an hour.

We finally managed to drive them off, with four of their warriors killed.
With me were a number of excellent marksmen, and they did fine work, sending bullets thick and fast where they would do the most execution.
Two or three of our horses were hit.

One man was wounded.