Of course, after the hunt we had roast turkey, boiled turkey, fried turkey, and turkey on toast for our fare, and in honor of the birds which had provided this treat we named the place Camp Turkey.
When we left camp we had an easy trail for several days.

Penrose had taken a southerly direction toward the Canadian River.

No Indians were to be seen, nor did we find any signs of them.
One day, while riding in advance of the command down San Francisco Creek, I heard some one calling my name from a little bunch of willow brush on the opposite bank of the stream.

Looking closely at the spot, I saw a colored soldier.
"Sakes alive, Massa Bill, am dat you ?" shouted the man, whom I recognized as a member of the Tenth Cavalry.
"Come out o' heah," I heard him call to someone behind him.

"Heah's Massa Buffalo Bill." Then he sang out to me: "Massa Bill, is you got any hahdtack ?" "Nary a bit of hardtack, but the wagons will be along presently, and you can get all you want." "Dat's de best news Ah's heahd fo' sixteen long days, Massa Bill." "Where's your command?
Where's General Penrose ?" I demanded.
"Dunno," said the darky.