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our party, a young Englishman whose name was H , who 



agreed to remain with us till we reached Denver. We also 

 got two more men, " Bill " and " John/' both of them from 

 the old country, and good fellows they were, and our party was 

 now complete. 



While getting our outfit together we made the acquaintance 

 of a New Yorker who had been sent to Texas for his sins, his 

 friends refusing to give him any more money unless he went to 

 Texas, and into some business there ; so here we found him as a 

 saddler, not that he knew anything about the trade, but he had 

 a manager who conducted the business, and he passed his 

 time in going about in a velvet suit making calls on his 

 acquaintances. He invited us to supper one evening, saying 

 that his friends had just sent him a hamper of good things, and 

 when we went about eight o'clock at night we found that he had 

 forgotten to tell his housekeeper that he was expecting guests, 

 so that she had gone home for the night, and had locked up 

 everything ; consequently the supper consisted only of pate-de- 

 foie gras and champagne, and as I was the only one of the 

 party who could eat the former without bread I finished the 

 tin. 



Our new friend H was a good shot at small game and 



a good rider, but had never killed anything bigger than a hare, 

 or done any camping out ; but he soon took to it, and before 

 long was as good a man in camp as any of us, beating us all 

 in one particular, which was as a trencherman, where we were 

 simply " not in it," as he would eat as much as any two of us. 

 Louis's cookery was anything but satisfactory, in spite of the 

 grand names which he gave his dishes, his bread being 

 especially uneatable. I remember the first lot he gave us. 



