called it.

In the autumn, the troops returned from Oregon, and C company was
ordered to Camp MacDermit, a lonely spot up in the northern part of
Nevada (Nevada being included in the Department of California). I was
sure by that time that bad luck was pursuing us. I did not know so much
about the "ins and outs" of the army then as I do now.

At my aunt's suggestion, I secured a Chinaman of good caste for a
servant, and by deceiving him (also my aunt's advice) with the idea that
we were going only as far as Sacramento, succeeded in making him willing
to accompany us.

We started east, and left the railroad at a station called "Winnemucca."
MacDermit lay ninety miles to the north. But at Winnemucca the Chinaman
balked. "You say: 'All'e same Saclamento': lis place heap too far: me
no likee!" I talked to him, and, being a good sort, he saw that I meant
well, and the soldiers bundled him on top of the army wagon, gave him a
lot of good-natured guying, and a revolver to keep off Indians, and so
we secured Hoo Chack.

Captain Corliss had been obliged to go on ahead with his wife, who was
in the most delicate health. The post ambulance had met them at this
place.

Jack was to march over the ninety miles, with the company. I watched
them starting out, the men, glad of the release from the railroad train,
their guns on their shoulders, stepping off in military style and in
good form.

The wagons followed--the big blue army wagons, and Hoo Chack, looking
rather glum, sitting on top of a pile of baggage.

I took the Silver City stage, and except for my little boy I was the
only passenger for the most of the way. We did the ninety miles without
resting over, except for relays of horses.

I climbed up on the box and talked with the driver. I liked these
stage-drivers. They were "nervy," fearless men, and kind, too, and had a
great dash and go about them. They often had a quiet and gentle bearing,
but by that time I knew pretty well what sort of stuff they were made
of, and I liked to have them talk to me, and I liked to look out upon
the world through their eyes, and judge of things from their standpoint.

It was an easy journey, and we passed a comfortable night in the stage.

Camp MacDermit was a colorless, forbidding sort of a place. Only one
company was stationed there, and my husband was nearly always scouting
in the mountains north of us. The weather was severe, and the winter
there was joyless and lonesome. The ext