They would try to remember what the man on the next post had said.

For example, when a white soldier called out "Post Number One, Half-past Nine and all is well!" the Indians would cry out "Poss Number half-pass five cents go to h--l I don't care." So ridiculous were their efforts to repeat the calls, that the general finally gave it up and countermanded the order.
One day, after an uneventful march, Major North and I went out on Prairie Dog Creek in advance of the command to kill some buffaloes.
Night was approaching, and we looked about for a suitable camping-place for the soldiers.

Major North dismounted and was resting, while I rode down to the creek to see if there was plenty of grass in the vicinity.
I found an excellent camping spot, and told North I would ride over the hill a little way, so that the advance guard might see me.

This I did, and when the advance guard came in sight I dismounted and lay down upon the grass to rest.
Suddenly I heard three or four shots.

In a moment Major North came dashing toward me, pursued by eight or ten Indians.