Comanche, Captain Keough's horse<br><p><b>Identifier</b>: boygeneralstoryo00cust (<a class="external text" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Special%3ASearch&amp;profile=default&amp;fulltext=Search&amp;search=insource%3A%2Fboygeneralstoryo00cust%2F">find matches</a>)<br><b>Title</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidboygeneralstoryo00cust">The boy general : story of the life of Major-General George A. Custer</a><br><b>Year</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookyear1901">1901</a> (<a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookdecade1900">1900s</a>)<br><b>Authors</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorCuster__Elizabeth_Bacon__1842_1933">Custer, Elizabeth Bacon, 1842-1933</a> <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorBurt__Mary_E___Mary_Elizabeth___1850_1918">Burt, Mary E. (Mary Elizabeth), 1850-1918</a><br><b>Subjects</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksubjectCuster__George_Armstrong__1839_1876">Custer, George Armstrong, 1839-1876</a> <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksubjectIndians_of_North_America____Wars_1866_1895">Indians of North America -- Wars 1866-1895</a> <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksubjectFrontier_and_pioneer_life____West__U_S__">Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.)</a><br><b>Publisher</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookpublisherNew_York___C__Scribner_s_Sons">New York : C. Scribner's Sons</a><br><br><b>View Book Page</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/stream/boygeneralstoryo00cust/boygeneralstoryo00cust#page/n218/mode/1up">Book Viewer</a><br><b>About This Book</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/details/boygeneralstoryo00cust">Catalog Entry</a><br><b>View All Images</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidboygeneralstoryo00cust">All Images From Book</a><br>
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