else I don’t want to remember.  I woke up alarmed and did not at first fully understand what had created the storm, but after having the bottomless cup dashed at my head I realized the situation, and began to try to apologize and explain the unavoidable and unfortunate circumstance; but no explanation would satisfy his now thoroughly “Johnny Bull” temper.  After this little nocturnal disturbance had subsided, I, on my bed of fir branches with my feet towards the fire, soon fell into a sound sleep and knew nothing more of the world until the sun was shining.  Whether or not my friend had cooled off I did not inquire; but I do know that there was an unusual coldness between us, for neither spoke to the other until about twelve o’clock and then, as will appear, our conversation was very short.

As we did not rise until late no delay was made, but when each had his bag on his back and a nugget of jerk in his hand we started up the side of the mountain as quiet as two deaf mutes.  There was no water to be had; our camp kettle had been left at the fort, and through my stupidity the cup had become useless, therefore we were obliged to eat the icy snow or endure the thirst.  No new snow had yet fallen in this high altitude although it was now nearing the end of October.  These mountains were then heavily covered with pine and fir but the timber was not large.  In some places where the snow had melted away, short green grass was found quite close to great banks of snow.

At about twelve o’clock we reached the summit of the great Uinta range, and I, being a little in advance of my still mute companion, halted to take a survey of the field before me.  The top of the range here is bare of timber and there was no snow.  When Field came up I broke the silence which had lasted since the little unpleasantness of the night before, by suggesting that we attempt to cross the snow-covered range of mountains which now appeared north of us and probably fifty miles away, through what appeared to be a gap or low place in the great range of mountains.  He replied, “You may go that way if you want to, but I am going this way,” pointing in another direction and quickly started off at an angle of about 45 degrees to the right, or directly north-east.  I also started immediately, and when we were a few rods apart I said, “Good-by; we may not meet again very soon.”  He replied “Good-by,” and within a few minutes we were out of sight, and in a very short time beyond hailing distance.

This was the last I saw or heard of him until after each of us had undergone many more hardships, so I will now drop my friend but will hereafter devote a chapter to him, and give you an account of his experience as he afterwards gave it to me, detailing an account of many most interesting incidents.  Fortunately we had divided the jerk, for nothing was said at this sudden and unexpected parting about anything which either had in his possession.  I had an idea when I bade him good-by that he would soon turn about and follow me.