The weather was very cold, and the journey was by no means a delightful one.

I was obliged to camp out with only my saddle-blankets to protect me from the weather, and only my vigilance to protect me from the Indians.

Spotted Tail himself was friendly, but some of his young men were decidedly hostile.

My activities as a scout had made me many enemies among the Sioux, and it is not their nature easily to forget old grudges.
At the close of the first day I made camp on a tributary of Frenchman's Fork, and built a little fire.

The night was bitter cold, and I was so busy keeping warm that I got very little sleep.