He was fond of a joke himself, and did not get very angry. I had
picked up McCarthy's hat, which I returned to him. It was some time
before it was discovered who was at the bottom of the affair.
It was while I was stationed at Fort McPherson, where Brevet-Major-General
W.H. Emory was in command, that I acted as guide for Lord Flynn, an
English nobleman who had come over for a hunt on the Plains. I had been
recommended to him by General Sheridan.
Flynn had served in India with the British army. He was a fine
sportsman and a splendid shot, and secured many heads and skins while
he was with me. Money meant little to him. He insisted on paying all
the bills, spending his money lavishly on both officers and men when he
was at the Post.
Once, when we ran out of liquid refreshments while on the hunt, we rode
thirty miles to a saloon, only to find it closed. Lord Flynn inquired
the price of the place, found it to be $500 and bought it. When we
left, after having had all we needed to drink, he gave it--house, bar,
stock, and all--to George Dillard, who had come along with the party as
a sort of official bartender.
Sir George Watts-Garland also made a hunt with us. He was an excellent
hunter and a thorough gentleman, but he lacked the personality that
made Lord Flynn one of the most popular visitors who ever came to the
Post.
Early in January, 1872, General Forsythe and Dr.
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