be the favorite point for the enemy to strike, should they have serious intentions of attacking our trains.
When we left Grand river at Grand Saline, we marched across the country in a northeast direction, with the intention of passing into Missouri near Scott's Mills, on the Cowskin river, in the southwest corner of the State.
Our route for the greater part of the day was over a rough, hilly country, uninhabited by Indian families.
When night came we encamped near Lynch's Mills on Spavinaw Creek, about sixteen miles below Standwaitie's Mills.
At this place we saw one of our loyal Indians, who was at home with his family.
He told us that, about a week ago, a party of ten loyal Indians, of whom he was one, had a fight with about an equal number of rebel Indians, a mile below this place, and that they killed half of the rebel party, but got four of their own men badly wounded in the affair.
He spoke very good English, and seemed to be telling a straightforward story.
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