rse, on the new railroad maps, they are absent. They were
generally near a spring or a creek, consequently were chosen as camps.

Mrs. Bailey had her year-old boy, Howard, with her. We began to
experience the utmost inconvenience from the lack of warm water and
other things so necessary to the health and comfort of children. But we
tried to make light of it all, and the two Lieutenants tried, in a man's
way, to help us out. We declared we must have some clean towels for the
next day, so we tried to rinse out, in the cold, hard water of the well,
those which we had with us, and, as it was now nightfall and there was
no fire inside this apparently deserted ranch, the two Lieutenants stood
and held the wet towels before the camp-fire until they were dry.

Mrs. Bailey and I, too tired to move, sat and watched them and had each
our own thoughts. She was an army girl and perhaps had seen such things
before, but it was a situation that did not seem quite in keeping with
my ideas of the fitness of things in general, and with the uniform in
particular. The uniform, associated in my mind with brilliant functions,
guard-mount, parades and full-dress weddings--the uniform, in fact,
that I adored. As I sat, gazing at them, they both turned around,
and, realizing how almost ludicrous they looked, they began to laugh.
Whereupon we all four laughed and Jack said: "Nice work for United
States officers! hey, Bailey?"

"It might be worse," sighed the handsome, blond-haired Bailey.

Thirty miles the next day, over a good road, brought us to Walker's
ranch, on the site of old Camp Supply. This ranch was habitable in a
way, and the owner said we might use the bedrooms; but the wild-cats
about the place were so numerous and so troublesome in the night, that
we could not sleep. I have mentioned the absence of windows in these
ranches; we were now to experience the great inconvenience resulting
therefrom, for the low open spaces furnished great opportunity for the
cats. In at one opening, and out at another they flew, first across the
Bailey's bed, then over ours. The dogs caught the spirit of the chase,
and added their noise to that of the cats. Both babies began to cry, and
then up got Bailey and threw his heavy campaign boots at the cats, with
some fitting remarks. A momentary silence reigned, and we tried again
to sleep. Back came the cats, and then came Jack's turn with boots and
travelling satchels. It was all of no avail, and we resign