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camp by throwing down our beds beside the road. 

 After a snack of bread and butter and hot coffee 

 we were glad to crawl into our blankets and forget 

 our weariness in sudden sleep. 



Though we were just about played out that night 

 it spoke well for our condition that there was hardly 

 a limp or a stiffened muscle in camp next morning. 

 The remaining twenty miles between us and Silver 

 City, all on a fair road, we disposed of easily 

 enough. 



At just one o'clock we entered town and swept 

 down Main Street bells ringing, packers halloing, 

 and Babe in his gay attire stepping out in front like 

 a tiny drum major. It was a gay cavalcade, if ever 

 one existed. No wonder our entry created a stir in 

 town, that we were followed to the Tenderfoot cor- 

 ral, our destination, by the plaudits of the multitude 

 and a swarm of small boys who, after the manner of 

 their kind, sprang suddenly and miraculously from 

 nowhere ! 



