ery soldier of that day. On it is engraved with his own knife, Zephaniah Butler his horn April ye 22, 1758.
And Captain Zephaniah fought with Stark at Bennington.
Then followed the Revolution, from 1775 to 1783, and one of my uncles was at Bunker Hill.
The next generation saw the war of 1812 with Great Britain.
In this war, my father, John Butler, commanded a company of light dragoons in the regular army.
Next, in 1830, were the Spanish wars in Florida and the Gulf States, wherein General Taylor and General Jackson--then captains — so distinguished themselves.
Next came the unpleasantness of 1861 to 1865, which, I think, in spite of the euphemism, might well be termed a war of our generation, and with which, it may be seen hereafter, I had somewhat to do.
Therefore, believing that there could be no war in which a son of mine especially would not take a part in his generation, I had him educated at West Point, so that his efforts for his country might not be thwarted by the o