with the Cheyennes on the Solomon's Fork of the Kansas river, in July 1857.
In that wild life of the prairie, now chasing the buffalo, now pursuing the treacherous savage, Stuart had passed nearly all his waking hours in the saddle, and thus became one of the most fearless and dexterous horsemen in America, and he had acquired a love of adventure which made activity a necessity of his being.
He delighted in the neighing of the charger and the clangour of the bugle, and he had something of Murat's weakness for the vanities of military parade.
He betrayed this latter quality in his jaunty uniform, which consisted of a small grey jacket, trousers of the same stuff, and over them high military boots, a yellow silk sash, and a grey slouch hat, surmounted by a sweeping black ostrich plume.
Thus attired, sitting gracefully on his fine horse, he did not fail to attract the notice and admiration of all who saw him ride along.
This is not the place to expatiate on the military character o