Rosebud Creek

¶¶ Thank you.

I had received permission to accompany a troop of soldiers and packers up the Yellowstone to the mouth of Rosebud Creek, and through the kindness of a Lieutenant Snow, in charge of the supply depot, had found quarters aboard the river steamer far west.

There was an air of expectancy about.

A scout had brought news that the main concentration of the Sioux Army had been sighted somewhere between the Rosebud and the Bighorn.

I somehow wish he had.

Only 30 of us got out of that mess alive.

Our destination was some 15 miles north and west of the mouth of Rosebud Creek.

There were seven of us.