The room on the other side of the hall was occupied by the Post Surgeon, who was temporarily absent.
Our things were unloaded and brought to this cabin.

I missed the barrel of china, and learned that it had been on the unfortunate wagon which rolled down the mountain-side.

I had not attained that state of mind which came to me later in my army life.

I cared then a good deal about my belongings, and the annoyance caused by the loss of our china was quite considerable.

I knew there was none to be obtained at Camp Apache, as most of the merchandise came in by pack-train to that isolated place.
Mrs.Dodge, of the Twenty-third Infantry, who was about to leave the post, heard of my predicament, and offered me some china plates and cups, which she thought not worth the trouble of packing (so she said), and I was glad to accept them, and thanked her, almost with tears in my eyes.
Bowen nailed down our one carpet over the poor board floor (after having first sprinkled down a thick layer of clean straw, which he brought from the quartermaster stables).