Mrs.
Brayton gave me a few more lessons in army house-keeping, and I could not have had a better teacher.

I told her about Jack and the tinware; her bright eyes snapped, and she said: "Men think they know everything, but the truth is, they don't know anything; you go right ahead and have all the tinware and other things; all you can get, in fact; and when the time comes to move, send Jack out of the house, get a soldier to come in and pack you up, and say nothing about it." "But the weight--" "Fiddlesticks! They all say that; now you just not mind their talk, but take all you need, and it will get carried along, somehow." Still another company left our ranks, and remained at Camp Verde.

The command was now getting deplorably small, I thought, to enter an Indian country, for we were now to start for Camp Apache.

Several routes were discussed, but, it being quite early in the autumn, and the Apache Indians being just then comparatively quiet, they decided to march the troops over Crook's Trail, which crossed the Mogollon range and was considered to be shorter than any other.

It was all the same to me.