This news was "pie" for Wild Bill and myself, and we determined to lie low for that beer outfit.

That very evening it came along, and the beer that was destined for the soldiers at Camp Evans never reached its destination.

It went straight down the thirsty throats of General Carr's command.

It appears that the Mexicans living near Fort Union had manufactured the beer, and were taking it through to Camp Evans to sell to the troops, but it struck a lively market without going so far.

It was sold to our boys in pint cups, and as the weather was very cold we warmed the beer by putting the ends of our picket-pins heated red-hot into the cups.