I began to think my time had come, as the saying is.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.
I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.
As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.
General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
