At night the howling and snarling of gray wolves now made regular additions to the coyote chorus and the voices of the owls and whippoorwills.

Little by little, day by day, civilization was passing, the need for organization daily became more urgent.

Yet the original caravan had split practically into three divisions within a hundred and fifty miles from the jump-off, although the bulk of the train hung to Wingate's company and began to shake down, at least into a sort of tolerance.
Granted good weather, as other travelers had written, it was indeed impossible to evade the sense of exhilaration in the bold, free life.

At evening encampment the scene was one worthy of any artist of all the world.

The oblong of the wagon park, the white tents, the many fires, made a spectacle of marvelous charm and power.