“All right, General,” said I, and in a few moments I had the reins and we were rattling away over the prairie.  When we were approaching Medicine Creek, General Sheridan said:  “Shake ’em up a little, Bill, and give us some old-time stage-driving.”  I gave the horses a crack or two of the whip, and they started off at a very rapid gait.  They had a light load to pull, and kept increasing their speed at every jump, and I found it difficult to hold them.  They fairly flew over the ground, and at last we reached a steep hill, or divide, which, led down into the valley of the Medicine.  There was no brake on the wagon, and the horses were not much on the hold-back.  I saw that it would be impossible to stop them.  All I could do was to keep them straight in the track and let them go it down the hill, for three miles; which distance, I believe, was made in about six minutes.  Every once in a while the hind wheels would strike a rut and take a bound, and not touch the ground again for fifteen or twenty feet.  The Duke and the General were kept rather busy in holding their positions on the seats, and when they saw that I was keeping the horses straight in the road, they seemed to enjoy the dash which we were making.  I was unable to stop the team until they ran into the camp where we were to obtain a fresh relay, and there I succeeded in checking them.  The Grand Duke said he didn’t want any more of that kind of driving, as he preferred to go a little slower.

On arriving at the railroad, the Duke invited me into his car, and made me some valuable presents, at the same time giving me a cordial invitation to visit him, if ever I should come to his country.

General Sheridan took occasion to remind me of an invitation to visit New York which I had received from some of the gentlemen who accompanied the General on the hunt from Fort McPherson to Hays City, in September of the previous year.  Said he: 

“You will never have a better opportunity to accept that invitation than now.  I have had a talk with General Ord concerning you, and he will give you a leave of absence whenever you are ready to start.  Write a letter to General Stager, of Chicago, that you are now prepared to accept the invitation, and he will send you a pass.”

Thanking the General for his kindness, I then bade him and the Grand Duke good-bye, and soon their train was out of sight.

CHAPTER XXVI.

SIGHT-SEEING.

General Ord, commanding the Department of the Platte at the time, and who had been out on the Alexis hunt, had some business to attend to at Fort McPherson, and I accepted his invitation to ride over to the post with him in an ambulance.  On the way thither he asked me how I would like to have an officer’s commission in the regular army.  He said that General Sheridan and himself had had some conversation about the matter, and if I wanted a commission, one could easily be procured for me.  I thanked General Ord for his kindness, and said that although an officer’s commission in the regular army was a tempting prize, yet I preferred to remain in the position I was then holding.  He concluded by stating that if at any time I should wish a commission, all that I would have to do to secure it would be to inform him of my desire.