There were six companies of our regiment, with headquarters and band.
It was November, and the drive across the rolling prairie-land gave us a fair glimpse of the country around.

We crossed the old bridge over the Niobrara River, and entered the post.

The snow lay already on the brown and barren hills, and the place struck a chill to my heart.
The Ninth Cavalry took care of all the officers' families until we could get established.

Lieutenant Bingham, a handsome and distinguished-looking young bachelor, took us with our two children to his quarters, and made us delightfully at home.

His quarters were luxuriously furnished, and he was altogether adorable.