The hardships and annoyances that we endured made everybody else cross and irritable.

At times it seemed impossible to say or listen to pleasant words, and nobody was ever allowed to go any length of time spoiling for a fight.

He could usually be accommodated upon the spot to any extent he desired, by simply making his wishes known.

Even the best of chums would have sharp quarrels and brisk fights, and this disposition increased as disease made greater inroads upon them.

I saw in one instance two brothers-both of whom died the next day of scurvy--and who were so helpless as to be unable to rise, pull themselves up on their knees by clenching the poles of their tents -- in order to strike each other with clubs, and they kept striking until the bystanders interfered and took their weapons away from them.
But Stiggall and Emerson never quarreled with each other.