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ACROSS THE MOGOLLONS.
It was a fine afternoon in the latter part of September, when our small detachment, with Captain Ogilby in command, marched out of Camp Verde.
There were two companies of soldiers, numbering about a hundred men in all, five or six officers, Mrs.Bailey and myself, and a couple of laundresses.

I cannot say that we were gay.

Mrs.Bailey had said good-bye to her father and mother and sister at Fort Whipple, and although she was an army girl, she did not seem to bear the parting very philosophically.

Her young child, nine months old, was with her, and her husband, as stalwart and handsome an officer as ever wore shoulder-straps.