We went in to take breakfast, before driving out to the post of Fort Lowell, seven miles away.

Everything seemed changed.

Iced cantaloupe was served by a spick-span alert waiter; then, quail on toast.

"Ice in Arizona ?" It was like a dream, and I remarked to Jack, "This isn't the same Arizona we knew in '74," and then, "I don't believe I like it as well, either; all this luxury doesn't seem to belong to the place." After a drive behind some smart mules, over a flat stretch of seven miles, we arrived at Fort Lowell, a rather attractive post, with a long line of officers' quarters, before which ran a level road shaded by beautiful great trees.

We were assigned a half of one of these sets of quarters, and as our half had no conveniences for house-keeping, it was arranged that we should join a mess with General and Mrs.Kautz and their family.