For now, I will offer some brief reflections about a book that I recently purchased at the
Hollister himself was in his late twenties when he enlisted in the 1st Colorado Volunteers. A native of
“About noon we succeeded in getting under way. A party started ahead early, to secure the plunder stolen from the sutler last night. A squad of regulars were sent after them, but they had no inclination to interfere with the volunteers and took care to discover nothing. The boys concealed some, drank more, lost and sold the balance. What was drunk immediately under the eyes of the sutler was about all the good they got of it; a doubtful good certainly, for the command was scattered from Dan to Beersheba, burying plunder, drinking, fighting and carousing with Mexican women, at the Lome, a small ‘Sodom’ five or six miles from [Fort] Union. There were a dozen of us too drunk to know friends from foes, consequently most provokingly troublesome. Many came in during the night with rough usage painted on their faces in unmistakable colors” (p. 88-89).
Four days later, part of the 1st Colorado Volunteers saw combat at