Rousing up his cook, he ordered a hot supper for me, which, after my long, cold ride, I greatly appreciated.

I passed the night in the general's tent, and woke the next morning fully refreshed and ready for a big day's work.
The snow had drifted deeply overnight, and the command had a hard tramp through it when it set out next morning for the Cimarron.

In many ravines the drifts had filled in to a great depth.

Often the teamsters had to shovel their way through.
At sundown we reached the Cimarron, and went into a nice warm camp.

The next morning, on looking around, we found that Penrose, who was not encumbered with wagons, had kept on the west side of the Cimarron.