From the “Boston Traralier”
    Col. Rice, now of Gen. Miles Fifth United States Infantry, was in company on Tuesday last with a gentleman of our acquaintance, and the conversation naturally turned on Indian warfare and frontier experience, the day being the anniversary of the Custer massacre. Col. Rice, who has seen services in the Indian campaigns, related a striking anecdote concerning the sagacity of a horse which lost his rider in that fatal fight. Some months after the battle, a steamer having on board a portion of the Fifth Infantry was pursuing her voyage near the mouth of the powder River, on the Yellowstone. The men on the lookout, one of whom was the famous scout Buffalo Bill, who was scouring the surrounding country for indications of hostile Indians, saw at the distance an object moving slowly toward the boat. They anxiously scrutinized it as it continued to approach, supposing that it might be the advance of a body of hostiles. Their suspicions were not lessened when they discovered it to be a horse, which might be that of a scout watching their movements or signaling the advance of the enemy in force. When the animal came to the bank of the river, however, it was seen to be unmounted and alone and on approaching the boat it neighed and pranced, maulfeating every sign of its joyful recoguition. The boat was stopped, and, when the horse was taken on board, it was found to bear the brand “Seventh Cavalry.” The place where it was found was seventy or eighty miles in a bee line from the scene of the Custer fight. The animal had evidently seen or heard the boat in the distance, and recoguized it as a sign of civilization, and being tired of its free life in the wilderness, gladly embraced the opportunity of returning to its accustomed duties.
    Another kindred incident, showing the strength of the second nature implanted by the human companionship in domestic animals, was related by Col. Rice. Upon one of the steamers used in the campaign against the Sioux was a small dog belonging to Gen. Miles, which one day fell overboard, and was given up for lost. Six months afterward, as the same steamer was returning, the singular sight was witnessed of a small dog and a wolf trotting along the shore in friendly companionship. The dog was recognized as that lost overboard. The steamer was stopped, and the dog taken on board delighted to meet with his old friends, while the wolf on the approach of the vessel ran into the bush. The intelligent animal had apparently anticipated the return of the boat and patiently awaited his restoration to his master.
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