into small pieces.  As soon as George had succeeded in removing my boot from my foot, he turned the top of the boot downward to let the blood run out of it.  “Why,” said he, “your leg is not bleeding at all” I then commenced feeling my leg, but could not feel or hear any bones work, so by the assistance of George I got my breeches-leg up and there the ball stuck just between the skin and the bone of my leg, and the boys had a good laugh at my expense.

When I had learned that my leg was not broken, George and I crawled down together into the canyon, and located the Indians.  We got so near that we could see the flash from their guns through the fog.  We then ascended the hill, mounted our horses, rode back and reported to Gen. Wheaton.  But the Indians had the advantage over the soldiers from the fact that the soldiers’ could be easily distinguished from the rocks.

About one week later, George Jones, a young man named Savage, and myself, went on just such another trip.  It was our custom when going into the canyon to leave one man in charge of our horses until we returned, and in this case we left Savage with three saddle horses and instructions to remain there until we returned.  On our return we found poor Savage mortally wounded, and he only lived a few minutes.  He had two balls through his body.  It seemed that he had tied the horses and come to the top of the hill to look for us or to warn us of danger, and while there had been shot down by the Indians.

This was the first scout I had lost since I had entered the scouting field at this place.  By the assistance of Jones I got the body on my horse in front of me and carried it to headquarters and reported to Gen. Ross, who was acquainted with Savage’s family, and he sent the body to Jacksonville for interment.  A few days later, George, myself and four assistants started out to meet a pack-train that was coming in from Yreka, Cal., with supplies.  We met the train twelve miles from headquarters and told the man in charge that he would either have to cross the lava beds or go around forty miles.  He decided to take chances in crossing the lava beds in preference to going so far around.  We told him that he would be running a great risk, for we were satisfied that Jack was running short of provisions and that he had men out all the time foraging, and we knew that if the Indians happened to discover this train they would make a desperate effort to capture it, or at least a part of it.  There were fifty animals in the train and only three men.  When we started across the lava beds I took the lead, and George and our other men in the rear.  In case of an attack on either, he was to fire two shots in quick succession as a signal for assistance, for the fog was almost thick enough that day to cut in slices with a knife.  The man in charge of the train started a young man ahead with me to lead the bell-horse, placing another young man about the center of the train.