By Elizabeth Bacon Custer
The honeymoon of Elizabeth Bacon and George Armstrong Custer was once interrupted in 1864 through his name to responsibility with the military of the Potomac. She begged to be allowed to move alongside, therefore atmosphere the development of her destiny existence. From that point on, she observed basic Custer on all of his significant assignments, other than the summer time Indian campaigns - "The basically woman," she stated, "who consistently rode with the regiment."Her tale, informed via herself, is an soaking up event. furthermore, there's a additional bonus - a steady, loving portrait of George Armstrong Custer, husband and guy, by means of the person that knew him most sensible, his spouse. Her absolute devotion to him is published in each line of her account, which results, accurately sufficient, with the day on which she bought the scoop of the catastrophe on the Little vast Horn.
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Fortunately there was too much to do to leave leisure for thought. Steamers were ready for us at Memphis, and we went thither by rail to embark. When the regiment was gathered together, after a separation of two years, there were hearty greetings and exchanges of troublous or droll experiences; and thankful once more to be reunited, we entered again, heart and soul, into the minutest detail of one another's lives. We went into camp for a few days on the outskirts of Memphis and exchanged hospitalities with the citizens.
The next morning Mrs. Custer and Mrs. Calhoun returned to the post with the paymaster. The story is frequently told that as the two women rode back they stopped on the summit of a small knoll to watch the column which was already under way. Custer had been watching, and when he saw them stop he waved his hat and rode to the head of the column. This was Elizabeth Custer's Page xxi last sight of her husband, and it was a memory she cherished all her life. Late the night of July 5, 1876 the steamer Far West docked at Bismarck, bringing confirmation of widespread rumors of the disaster that had overtaken the Seventh Cavalry.
When my finger traced our route from Kentucky almost up to the border of the British Possessions, it seemed as if we were going to Lapland. From the first days of our marriage, General Custer celebrated every order to move with wild demonstrations of joy. His exuberance of spirits always found expression in some boyish pranks before he could set to work seriously to prepare for duty. As soon as the officer announcing the order to move had disappeared, all sorts of wild hilarity began. I had learned to take up a safe position on top of the tablethat is, if I had not already been forcibly placed there as a spectator.