Elizabeth Bacon Custer
"BOOTS AND SADDLES"
OR LIFE IN DAKOTA WITH GENERAL CUSTER
Dedicated TO MY HUSBAND
THE ECHO OF WHOSE VOICE HAS BEEN MY INSPIRATION.
ONE of the motives that have actuated me in recalling these simple annals of our daily life, has been to give a glimpse to civilians of garrison and camp life--about which they seem to have such a very imperfect knowledge.
This ignorance exists especially with reference to anything pertaining to the cavalry, which is almost invariably stationed on the extreme frontier.
The isolation of the cavalry posts makes them quite inaccessible to travelers, and the exposure incident to meeting warlike Indians does not tempt the visits of friends or even of the venturesome tourist. Our life, therefore, was often as separate from the rest of the world as if we had been living on an island in the ocean.
Very little has been written regarding the domestic life of an army family, and yet I cannot believe that it is without interest; for the innumerable questions that are asked about our occupations, amusements, and mode of house-keeping, lead me to hope that the actual answers to these queries contained in this little story will be acceptable. This must also be my apology for entering in some instances so minutely into trifling perplexities and events, which went to fill up the sum of our existence.
E. B. C.
148 east 18th Street,
New York City.