As I sat down on a pile
of outfit he opened up the men's tent, and, spreading it over me,
directed me to wait there till my own was ready. George's tone of
authority was sometimes amusing. Sometimes I did as I was told,
and then again I did not. This time I did, and with my rifle on
one side and my fishing-rod on the other, to hold the tent up, I
sat and watched them making camp and building the fire.
All day the mosquitoes and flies had been bad, but now the rain had
coaxed them out in redoubled force, and they were dreadful. I
could feel how swollen my neck and ears were, and wondered how I
looked; but I was rather glad that I had no mirror with me, and so
could not see. Now and then I had spoken of my suspicions as to
what a remarkable spectacle I must present. George, manlike,
always insisted that I looked "just right"; but that night, in an
unguarded moment, he agreed with me that it was a good thing I had
not brought a mirror. For the first time we went into a wet camp.
It poured steadily all day Friday, and we did not attempt to go
forward. I slept again after breakfast, and then did some mending,
made veils, and studied a little.
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