...he next I knew of Jeff, as we used to call him, was in 1829. He had graduated at West Point, and had been assigned to duty as second lieutenant in a United States infantry command at Fort Crawford, Prairie du Chien , then Michigan Territory, but now the State of Wisconsin. It was late in the year, and late, one night, when a lieutenant and a sergeant rode up to my log-cabin at Sinsinawa Mound, about fifty mile...