Field expressed a wish that he had his old mule again, and I reminded him that he had a portion of it left in his knapsack, and that turn about was fair play: as the mule had carried him for a long time when he was unable to walk he should not object to carrying a portion of the mule now; whereupon he again plainly intimated that he thought I was a d--- d fool.

I kept up the fire and he slept until morning.
Another day was passed without any unusual occurrence; we traveled and ate at the same time as usual.

Another day of pretty hard travel over sandy plains and rocky hills brought us to the foot of the mountain where we had plenty of good water and an abundance of fuel.

A little sprinkle of rain early in the evening was the first we had seen since the memorable night after Field had eaten the little red berries.
Early Saturday morning we filled our canteen with water and started up the mountain.

I had been carrying most of the jerk, but the stock was running down quite rapidly.