I'm leaving on the stage for Tucson--where I first started for, you know." And she tripped out and climbed up into the dusty, rickety vehicle called "the stage." I had felt so safe about Ellen, as I did not know that any stage line ran through the place.
And now I was in a fine plight! I took a sunshade, and ran over to Fisher's house.

"Mr.Fisher, what shall I do?
Ellen has gone to Tucson!" Fisher bethought himself, and we went out together in the village.

Not a woman to be found who would come to cook for us! There was only one thing to do.

The Quartermaster was allowed a soldier, to assist in the Government work.

I asked him if he understood cooking; he said he had never done any, but he would try, if I would show him how.
This proved a hopeless task, and I finally gave it up.