Then, near sundown, an ambulance came and took us over to the Verde River, about a mile away, where we bathed in water almost as thick as that of the Great Colorado.

We taught Mrs.Kendall to swim, but Mr.Kendall, being an inland man, did not take to the water.

Now the Verde River was not a very good substitute for the sea, and the thick water filled our ears and mouths, but it gave us a little half hour in the day when we could experience a feeling of being cool, and we found it worth while to take the trouble.

Thick clumps of mesquite trees furnished us with dressing-rooms.

We were all young, and youth requires so little with which to make merry.
After the meagre evening dinner, the Kendalls and ourselves sat together under the ramada until taps, listening generally to the droll anecdotes told by Mr.Kendall, who had an inexhaustible fund.