Not Far From
The Tents Of The Enlisted Men Was A Small Hot Spring That Boiled
Lazily In A Shallow Basin.
It occurred to one of the men that it would
make a fine laundry, so he tied a few articles of clothing securely to
a stick and swished them up and down in the hot sulphur water and then
hung them up to dry.
Another soldier, taking notice of the success of
that washing, decided to do even better, so he gathered all the
underwear, he had with him, except those he had on, and dropped them
down in the basin. He used the stick, but only to push them about
with, and alas! did not fasten them to it. They swirled about for a
time, and then all at once every article disappeared, leaving the poor
man in dumb amazement. He sat on the edge of the spring until dark,
watching and waiting for his clothes to return to him; but come back
they did not. Some of the men watched with him, but most of them
teased him cruelly. Such a loss on a trip like this was great.
When we got to Obsidian Mountain, Miss Hayes and I decided that we
would like to go up a little distance and get a few specimens to carry
home with us. Our camp for the night was supposed to be only one mile
farther on, and the enlisted men and two wagons were back of us, so we
thought we could safely stay there by ourselves.
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