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CHAPTER XXIII
FORT LARAMIE was a military station and trading post combined。 It was a stone building in what they called a 'compound' or open space； enclosed by a palisade。 When we arrived there； it was occupied by a troop of mounted riflemen under canvas； outside the compound。 The officers lived in the fort； and as we had letters to the Colonel … Somner … and to the Captain … Rhete； they were very kind and very useful to us。
We pitched our camp by the Laramie river； four miles from the fort。 Nearer than that there was not a blade of grass。 The cavalry horses and military mules needed all there was at hand。 Some of the mules we were allowed to buy； or exchange for our own。 We accordingly added six fresh ones to our cavalcade； and parted with two horses； which gave us a total of fifteen mules and six horses。 Government provisions were not to be had； so that we could not replenish our now impoverished stock。 This was a serious matter； as will be seen before long。 Nor was the evil lessened by my being laid up with a touch of fever … the effect； no doubt； of those drenches of stagnant water。 The regimental doctor was absent。 I could not be taken into the fort。 And； as we had no tent； and had thrown away almost everything but the clothes we wore； I had to rough it and take my chance。 Some relics of our medicine chest； together with a tough constitution； pulled me through。 But I was much weakened； and by no means fit for the work before us。 Fred did his best to persuade me from going further。 He confessed that he was utterly sick of the expedition； that his injured knee prevented him from hunting； or from being of any use in packing and camp work； that the men were a set of ruffians who did just as they chose … they grumbled at the hardships； yet helped themselves to the stores without restraint； that we had the Rocky Mountains yet to cross； after that； the country was unknown。 Colonel Somner had strongly advised us to turn back。 Forty of his men had tried two months ago to carry despatches to the regiment's headquarters in Oregon。 Only five had got through； the rest had been killed and scalped。 Finally； that we had something like 1；200 miles to go； and were already in the middle of August。 It would be folly； obstinacy； madness； to attempt it。 He would stop and hunt where we were； as long as I liked； or he would go back with me。 He would hire fresh good men； and buy new horses； and； now that we knew the country； we could get to St。 Louis before the end of September； and' … 。 There was no reasonable answer to be made。 I simply told him I had thought it over； and had decided to go on。 Like the plucky fellow and staunch friend that he was； he merely shrugged his shoulders； and quietly said； 'Very well。 So be it。'
Before leaving Fort Laramie a singular incident occurred； which must seem so improbable； that its narration may be taken for fiction。 It was； however； a fact。 There was plenty of game near our camping ground； and though the weather was very hot； one of the party usually took the trouble to bring in something to keep the pot supplied。 The sage hens； the buffalo or elk meat were handed over to Jacob； who made a stew with bacon and rice； enough for the evening meal and the morrow's breakfast。 After supper； when everyone had filled his stomach； the large kettle； covered with its lid； was taken off the fire； and this allowed to burn itself out。
For four or five mornings running the kettle was found nearly empty； and all hands had to put up with a cup of coffee and mouldy biscuit dust。 There was a good deal of unparliamentary language。 Everyone accused everyone else of filthy greediness。 It was disgusting that after eating all he could； a man hadn't the decency to wait till the morning。 The pot had been full for supper； and； as every man could see； it was never half emptied … enough was always left for breakfast。 A resolution was accordingly passed that each should take his turn of an hour's watch at night； till the glutton was caught in the act。
My hour happened to be from 11 to 12 P。M。 I strongly suspected the thief to be an Indian； and loaded my big pistol with slugs on the chance。 It was a clear moonlight night。 I propped myself comfortably with a bag of hams； and concealed myself as well as I could in a bush of artemisia； which was very thick all round。 I had not long been on the look…out when a large grey wolf prowled slowly out of the bushes。 The night was bright as day； but every one of the men was sound asleep in a circle round the remains of the camp fire。 The wolf passed between them； hesitating as it almost touched a covering blanket。 Step by step it crept up to the kettle； took the handle of the lid between its jaws； lifted it off； placed it noiselessly on the ground； and devoured the savoury stew。
I could not fire； because of the men。 I dared not move； lest I should disturb the robber。 I was even afraid the click of cocking the pistol would startle him and prevent my getting a quiet shot。 But patience was rewarded。 When satiated； the brute retired as stealthily as he had advanced； and as he passed within seven or eight yards of me I let him have it。 Great was my disappointment to see him scamper off。 How was it possible I could have missed him？ I must have fired over his back。 The men jumped to their feet and clutched their rifles； but； though astonished at my story； were soon at rest again。 After this the kettle was never robbed。 Four days later we were annoyed with such a stench that it was a question of shifting our quarters。 In hunting for the nuisance amongst the thicket of wormwood； the dead wolf was discovered not twenty yards from our centre。
The reader would not thank me for an account of the monotonous drudgery； the hardships； the quarrellings； which grew worse from day to day after we left Fort Laramie。 Fred and I were about the only two who were on speaking terms； we clung to each other； as a sort of forlorn security against coming disasters。 Gradually it was dawning on me that； under the existing circumstances； the fulfilment of my hopes would be （as Fred had predicted） an impossibility； and that to persist in the attempt to realise them was to court destruction。 As yet； I said nothing of this to him。 Perhaps I was ashamed to。 Perhaps I secretly acknowledged to myself that he had been wiser than I； and that my stubbornness was responsible for the life itself of every one of the party。
Doubtless thoughts akin to these must often have haunted the mind of my companion； but he never murmured； only uttered a hasty objurgation when troubles reached a climax； and invariably ended with a burst of cheery laughter which only the sulkiest could resist。 It was after a day of severe trials he proposed that we should go off by ourselves for a couple of nights in search of game； of which we were much in need。 The men were easily persuaded to halt and rest。 Samson had become a sort of nonentity。 Dysentery had terribly reduced his strength； and with it such intelligence as he could boast of。 We started at daybreak； r