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Title: The boy general : story of the life of Major-General George A. Custer
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Custer, Elizabeth Bacon, 1842-1933 Burt, Mary E. (Mary Elizabeth), 1850-1918
Subjects: Custer, George Armstrong, 1839-1876 Indians of North America -- Wars 1866-1895 Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.)
Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons

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e supernatural translation as their formswere reflected from the opaque mist of theearly dawn. At every bend of the road, as the columnwound its way round and round the low hills,my husband glanced back to admire his men,and could not refrain from constantly callingmy attention to their grand appearance. Thesoldiers, inured to many years of hardship,were the perfection of physical manhood.Their brawny limbs and lithe, well-poised bodiesgave proof of the training their out-door lifehad given. Their resolute faces, brave and con-fident, inspired one with a feeling that theywere going out aware of the momentous hoursawaiting them, but inwardly assured of theircapability to meet them. The General could scarcely restrain his re-curring joy at being again with his regiment,from which he had feared he might be sepa-rated by being detained on other duty. Hisbuoyant spirits at the prospect of the activityand field-life that he so loved made him like aboy. He had made every plan to have me join
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Otcr Lifes Last Chapter 193 him later when they should have reached theYellowstone. The steamers with supplieswould be obliged to leave our post and followthe Missouri and Yellowstone to the pointwhere the regiment was to make its first haltto renew the rations and forage ; and so he wassanguine that but a few weeks would elapse be-fore we should be reunited. As usual we rode a little in advance and se-lected camp, and watched the approach of theregiment with real pride. There was a unityof movement about it that made the columnat a distance seem like a broad dark ribbonstretched smoothly over the plains. We made our camp the first night on a smallriver a few miles beyond the post. There thepaymaster made his disbursements, in orderthat the debts of the soldiers might be liquidat-ed with the sutler. In the morning the fare-well was said, and the paymaster took sister andme back to the post. With my husbands de-parture my last happy days in garrison wereended. A premonition of disaster

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