At times it seemed certain that the wagon must turn a somersault and land on the mules, but nothing of the kind happened.
Our march proved be a lucky one so far as gaining on Penrose was concerned.

The route he had taken on the west side of the stream was rough and bad, and with our great wagon-train we made as many miles in one day as he had in seven.
His command had taken a high table-land whose sides were so steep that not even a pack mule could make the descent, and he had been obliged to retrace the trail for a great distance, losing three days while doing so.
The incident of this particular camp we had selected was an exciting turkey hunt.

We found the trees along the river bank literally alive with turkeys.

After unsaddling the horses, two or three hundred soldiers surrounded a grove of timber, and there was a grand turkey round-up.

Guns, clubs, and even stones were used as weapons.