The force was well organized, and the appearance of the train alone would awe the whole Sioux nation. It was a season of drouth such as was never before known in the West. The prairies were literally parched up with the heat, the grass was burned up, and the sloughs and little streams were dry. The fierce prairie winds were like the hot siroccos of the desert, and great clouds of dust, raised by the immense column, could be seen for miles and were viewed in wonder. We suffered from the heat, the dust and the weight of our knapsacks, gun and equipments, for the first day. The second day was as hot and dry, but the knapsacks were much lighter. Any one, even at this late date and so far removed from the days of the war, who thinks that a soldier's life is an easy one, that war is a picnic, is not endowed with common "horse sense." And yet there are those who thus express themselves. The trains were soon being relieved of a part of their load by us drawing rations, and we had transportation to carry our individual loads. I cannot in the few pages allotted me follow the daily march of General Sibley and his hosts; but will, after a hard day's march of eighteen prairie miles (twenty-five in God's country), with heavy knapsacks, halt, stack arms, pitch our tents and direct letters from CAMP SIBLEY, for such it was named, in honor of our commander. The General had decided to observe Sunday as a day of rest, deeming it necessary for the welfare of man and beast. There is no doubt but better service was rendered for so doing, and General Sibley was honored for this proper respect shown the Lord's day. The several camps were named after the officers in the command, the senior officers taking precedence; first, the colonels, then lieutenant-colonels, etc., etc. Nothing of an unusual nature other than a prairie fire occurred until we reached camp Atchison, where the forces were divided, and this will be the subject of a future chapter. [Illustration: PRAIRIE ON FIRE.] CHAPTER XXXIV. BURNING PRAIRIE--FIGHTING FIRE. We started out on an exploring expedition to hunt Indians when we left Camp Pope. On the prairies there are enemies of various sorts--Indians, dust, heat and fire. The latter is a most formidable weapon with the Indian if the grass is plentiful and the weather dry, and they can use it to great advantage if the attacking party is not cool headed. Our sentinels were always instructed to report fire at once, no matter how far off it might appear to be. This enemy came in good time--it appeared one night when there was a high wind. The flames spread, becoming one vast sheet, sweeping over the prairies--a very roaring cataract of fire, the billows of which reached to the clouds. Coming on at this rapid, relentless rate, it would envelop and destroy the whole command.