over was but an incident. I was not 
surprised that it grew dark very soon, 
and that we blundered on and on for 
hours in the night until the near wheeler 
just lay down in the dirt, a dark spot 
in the dark road, and our driver, after 
coming back from a tour of inspection 
on foot, looked worried. I mildly asked 
if we would soon cross Snake River, 
but his reply was an admission that he 
was lost. There was nothing visible 
but the twinkling stars and a dim out- 
line of the grim Tetons. The prospect 
was excellent for passing the rest of the 
night where we were, famished, freez- 
ing, and so tired I could hardly speak. 
But Nimrod now took command. 
His first duty, of course, being a man, 
was to express his opinion of the driver 
in terms plain and comprehensive; then 
he loaded his rifle and fired a shot. It 
~cowarcan Nzpao9/ 
