I had read somewhere that people did.

But I was not paying much attention in those days to the analysis of my feelings.

I did not stop to question the subtle fascination which I felt steal over me as we rolled along the smooth hard roads that followed the windings of the Gila River.

I was back again in the army; I had cast my lot with a soldier, and where he was, was home to me.
In Nantucket, no one thought much about the army.

The uniform of the regulars was never seen there.