The road had become a mass of soft, tenacious mud and our wagon labored fearfully.

The rain fell in torrents, and it soon became evident that we were in for a night of it.

Mr.Coleman lay at full length on one side of the wagon, and Mr.
Ritchie on the other, and I, being then very thin, weighing not much more than a hundred pounds, was nicely sandwiched between the two portly gentlemen.

Every now and then the wagon proceeded a few feet heaving up and down in the most outrageous manner, and finally sticking fast.

In this fashion we passed the night.