If I ain't too tired, to-night, I may clean her
up a little."
Even Milton joined in the laughter at this and the day's journey was
begun with great good humor.
It was the easiest day's course that had been experienced since Enoch
had joined the expedition. There were three rapids during the day but
they rode these with no difficulties. Enoch and Jonas rowed fairly
steadily in the morning, but in the afternoon, they spelled each other.
The light rations were making themselves felt. The going was so smooth
that dusk was upon them before they made camp. Milton had been
wretchedly sick, all day, but he made no complaint and forced down the
handful of boiled beans and the tin cup of pale coffee that was his
share of each meal.
They made camp languidly. Enoch found the task of piling fire wood
arduous and as the camp was in dry sand and the blankets had dried out
during the day, they did not attempt the usual great blaze. Jonas
insisted on acting as night nurse for Milton, and Enoch was asleep
before he had more then swallowed his supper. He had bad dreams and
woke with a dull headache, and wondered if Jonas and Agnew felt as weak
and light-headed as he did. But although both the men moved about
slowly and Jonas made no attempt to clean up the Ida, they uttered no
complaints.
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