Death Valley in '49 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 581 pages of information about Death Valley in '49.

Death Valley in '49 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 581 pages of information about Death Valley in '49.
trudged on till nearly night when we found water, and plenty of old dry timber for fuel and camped.  Field expressed a wish that he had his old mule again, and I reminded him that he had a portion of it left in his knapsack, and that turn about was fair play:  as the mule had carried him for a long time when he was unable to walk he should not object to carrying a portion of the mule now; whereupon he again plainly intimated that he thought I was a d—–­ d fool.  I kept up the fire and he slept until morning.

Another day was passed without any unusual occurrence; we traveled and ate at the same time as usual.  Another day of pretty hard travel over sandy plains and rocky hills brought us to the foot of the mountain where we had plenty of good water and an abundance of fuel.  A little sprinkle of rain early in the evening was the first we had seen since the memorable night after Field had eaten the little red berries.

Early Saturday morning we filled our canteen with water and started up the mountain.  I had been carrying most of the jerk, but the stock was running down quite rapidly.  My companions bag now being almost empty, and as he had little else to carry while I had the gun and some other things, including his heavy overcoat, I divided the jerk, putting about half of it into his sack.  All day long we were climbing the mountain.  Late in the afternoon I was several rods ahead of Field when he called to me to stop:  I did so and when he came up he appeared to be a little cross and insisted that we were not traveling in the direction formerly agreed upon.  I requested him to let me see the little compass which he had in his pocket, and on examining it he found that he was mistaken; whereupon he muttered something which I thought was “swear words,” and then we went marching on.  In a little while we were within the old snow limits where we found large bodies of old icy looking snow in places shaded by trees and rocks, and a little before dark went into camp.  We gathered some old dry timber and made a large fire, then some green fir limbs for a bed.  When I began to prepare our bed on one side of the flaming logs, to my surprise Field began to prepare one on the other side of the fire.  Neither had spoken since the occurrence of the little unpleasantness in the afternoon about the course of travel.  Mutely each took his side of the fire.

We had always slept together except when he was sick and the night I had left him alone at the fort.  Some time in the night I became thirsty and got up and procured some snow, put it in our only tin cup and set it on some live coals to melt and went to sleep.  The snow melted, the water evaporated, the solder melted and left the tin.  While I slept, my dumb friend woke up thirsty, took the tin cup, filled it with snow and put it on coals.  The snow melted and the water run out on the coals; his tongue let loose and he then denounced me as a knave, an ass, a fool, an unregenerate heathen, and what

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