A loud yell went up from both officers and enlisted
men, as the word went up and down the line that the dude they had been
bedeviling was none other than Buffalo Bill.
Texas Jack and the scouts who were ahead had heard the noise and came
galloping back.
"Welcome back, old chief!" shouted Jack, and the scouts gathered around
me, shaking my hand and congratulating me on my safe return from the
dangers and the perils of the East.
The general asked me how far it was to the Loup Fork. I said it was
about eight miles and offered to proceed there ahead of the command and
select a good sheltered camp. This I did. The adjutant accompanying the
detachment helped me and laid out the camping spot, and when the
command pulled in they disposed themselves for the night in a beautiful
grove of timber where there was plenty of firewood and good grass for
the horses and mules. Soon the tents were up and big fires were
crackling all around.
I accepted with thanks General Reynolds's invitation to mess with him
on the trip. After dinner, before a big log fire, which was being built
in front of the general's tent, the officers came up to meet me. Among
those to whom I was introduced were Colonel Anthony Mills, Major
Curtiss, Major Alexander Moore, Captain Jerry Russell, Lieutenant
Charles Thompson, Quartermaster Lieutenant Johnson, Adjutant Captain
Minehold, and Lieutenant Lawson.
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