But he was an exceedingly disagreeable companion on account of his surly, moody ways.

I generally had to get up first, to kindle the fire and make ready breakfast, and he was very quarrelsome.

Finally, during my absence from camp one day, while not very far from Red Rock pass, he found my whisky-flask, which I kept purely for emergencies, and drank all the contents.

When I came back he was quite drunk.

This was unbearable, and after some high words I left him, and struck off homeward through the woods on my own account.