"You say: 'All'e same Saclamento': lis place heap too far: me no likee!" I talked to him, and, being a good sort, he saw that I meant well, and the soldiers bundled him on top of the army wagon, gave him a lot of good-natured guying, and a revolver to keep off Indians, and so we secured Hoo Chack.
Captain Corliss had been obliged to go on ahead with his wife, who was in the most delicate health.

The post ambulance had met them at this place.
Jack was to march over the ninety miles, with the company.

I watched them starting out, the men, glad of the release from the railroad train, their guns on their shoulders, stepping off in military style and in good form.
The wagons followed--the big blue army wagons, and Hoo Chack, looking rather glum, sitting on top of a pile of baggage.
I took the Silver City stage, and except for my little boy I was the only passenger for the most of the way.

We did the ninety miles without resting over, except for relays of horses.
I climbed up on the box and talked with the driver.

I liked these stage-drivers.