It certainly amounted to little in the way of pleasure.

The water from the direct rain, the shivering trees, and our hat brims accumulated in our plates faster than we could bail it out.

The dishes were thrust under a canvas.

Rich and Lester decided to remain with their tent, and so we saw them no more until morning.
We broke off back-loads of mesquite and toiled up the hill, tasting thickly the high altitude in the severe labour.

At the big cave we dumped down our burdens, transported our fuel piecemeal to the vicinity of the narrow ledge, built a good fire, sat in a row, and lit our pipes.