Then they went back and procuring their furs, returned once more to Santa Fe, where they were sold for more than twenty thousand dollars.

This being equitably divided among the hunters, furnished each a goodly sum.

Like so many sailors just ashore from a long voyage, most of the trappers went on a prolonged carousal, which caused their money to melt like snow in the sun.

When their pockets were empty, they had aching heads, weak frames and only the memory of their feverish pleasures.
Kit Carson did not go through this trial unscathed.

He drank and spreed with the rest, but he awoke to the folly and madness of his course sooner than they and the sad lesson learned at the time lasted him through life.