miles from the command, but I never rode fifty miles that seemed as far as that twenty miles did. When we arrived at camp my shoulder was badly swollen, and it took the surgeon a long time to get it set just to his notion, or, at least it seemed so to me, and when he did finally get it set he gave me something to put me to sleep.
However. I was not able to ride any more that summer. All that I was able to do was to sit in camp, hear the reports of scouts as they came in and give orders.
It had been six weeks since I was hurt, and it was getting late in the fall and the weather looking some-what blustery, I told the Colonel I thought I would go back to San Francisco and winter there.
Up to this time the surgeon had not allowed me to ride on horseback, but I had come to the conclusion that I could now stand it to ride without any serious difficulty, and I was anxious to get. back before winter set in.
When I told the Colonel my intentions, he said: "How in the name of God will you get to San Fran- cisco? If you were well and able to ride I could not spare an escort sufficient to guard you through."
"It don't matter about the escort, I said, "when I get ready I will go if I have to go alone."
"Young man," said he, "you must be insane to even think of such a thing."
"Colonel," I said, "you may call it what you please, but I mean just what I say; and I suppose that as you have been out all summer, having no chance to either send or receive any mail, that you would like to send out after that."
