So we soon
went to bed, rather damp, somewhat cold, and a little dispirited.
I think we all stayed awake for a long time listening to the
beating of the rain on the cover, and wondering about the weather
of the morrow.
When we awoke in the morning it did not take long to find out
about the weather. The rain had ceased and the sky was clear, but
it was colder. Outside we found ice on the little pools of water
in the footprints of the horses. We were stiff and cold. Some of
us may have thought of the comforts of home, but none of us said
anything about them.
"This is what I like," said Jack. "Don't feel I'm living
unless I find my shoes frozen in the morning. Like to break the
ice when I go to wash my face and hands, and to have my hair
freeze before I can comb it."
But we observed that he kept as close to the camp-fire which
we started as any of us. We went up to Smith's to look after the
horses. While Jack and I were at the sheds Ollie stayed in the
road watching the freight teams. A big swarthy man, over six feet
in height, came along, and after looking over the fence at
Smith's house some time, said to Ollie:
[Illustration: Effect of a Dog on a Mexican]
"Do you s'pose Smith's at home?"
"Oh, I guess so," answered Ollie.
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