Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 334 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2.

Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 334 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2.

But no attack came; and time slipping by, and we still unmolested, the interpreter and scouts were sent out to make another reconnoissance.  Going through just such precautions as before in approaching the ridge, their slow progress kept us in painful suspense; but when they got to the crest the strain on our nerves was relieved by seeing them first stand up boldly at full height, and then descend beyond.  Quickly returning, they brought welcome word that the whole thing was a mistake, and no Sioux were there at all.  What had been taken for a hundred Indian lodges turned out to be the camp of a Government train on its way to Fort Stevenson, and the officer in charge seeing the scouts before they discovered him, and believing them to be Sioux, had sent out to bring his herds in.  It would be hard to exaggerate the relief that this discovery gave us, and we all breathed much easier.  The scare was a bad one, and I have no hesitation in saying that, had we been mounted, it is more than likely that, instead of showing fight, we would have taken up a lively pace for Fort Stevenson.

After reciprocal explanations with the officer in charge of the train, the march was resumed, and at the close of that day we camped near a small lake about twenty miles from Fort Totten.  From Totten we journeyed on to Fort Abercrombie.  The country between the two posts is low and flat, and I verily believe was then the favorite abiding-place of the mosquito, no matter where he most loves to dwell now; for myriads of the pests rose up out of the tall rank grass —­more than I ever saw before or since—­and viciously attacked both men and animals.  We ourselves were somewhat protected by gloves and head-nets, provided us before leaving Totten, but notwithstanding these our sufferings were well-nigh intolerable; the annoyance that the poor mules experienced must, therefore, have been extreme; indeed, they were so terribly stung that the blood fairly trickled down their sides.  Unluckily, we had to camp for one night in this region; but we partly evaded the ravenous things by banking up our tent walls with earth, and then, before turning in, sweeping and smoking out such as had got inside.  Yet with all this there seemed hundreds left to sing and sting throughout the night.  The mules being without protection, we tried hard to save them from the vicious insects by creating a dense smoke from a circle of smothered fires, within which chain the grateful brutes gladly stood; but this relief was only partial, so the moment there was light enough to enable us to hook up we pulled out for Abercrombie in hot haste.

From Abercrombie we drove on to Saint Cloud, the terminus of the railroad, where, considerably the worse for our hurried trip and truly wretched experience with the mosquitoes, we boarded the welcome cars.  Two days later we arrived in Chicago, and having meanwhile received word from General Sherman that there would be no objection to my going to Europe, I began making arrangements to leave, securing passage by the steamship Scotia.

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