So, when Faye saw one of the drivers go to a spring
for water, and was told that it was a large, fine spring, he decided
to camp right there and rest before going farther.
But rest we could not, for the mosquitoes were there also, and almost
as bad as they had been on the island, and the tents inside were
covered with them as soon as they were pitched. If there is a person
who thinks that a mosquito has no brain, and is incapable of looking
ahead, that person will soon learn his mistake if ever he comes to the
Missouri River, Montana! The heat was fierce, too, and made it
impossible for us to remain in the tents, so we were obliged, after
all, to sit out under the trees until the air had cooled at night
sufficiently to chill the mosquitoes.
The chickens were let out at every camp, and each time, without fail,
they flew up to their boxes on the wagons. Charlie would put in little
temporary roosts, that made them more comfortable, and before daylight
every morning he would gather up the little ones and the mothers and
put them in the crates for the day. He is willing and faithful, but
has queer ideas about some things. Just as I was getting in the
ambulance the second morning on the trip, I heard a crunching sound
and then another, and looking back, I saw the Chinaman on top of the
mess chest with head bent over and elbows sticking out, jumping up and
down with all his strength.
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