Ourlittlefirewasbuiltbesidethecaboose，sothecookingthingsmightbeeasilyreachedandputback。Youwouldscarcelythinksuchoperationsheldanyinterest，evenforthehungry，whenthereseemedtobenothingtocook。Afewsticksblazingtamelyinthedust，afrying-pan，halfatinbucketoflard，somewater，andbarrenplatesandknivesandforks，andthreesilentmenattendingtothem——thatwasall。Butthetravellerscametosee。Thesewaifsdrewnearus，andstood，asad，lore，shiftingfringeofaudience；fourtobeginwith；andthentwowanderedaway；andpresentlyoneofthesecameback，findingitworseelsewhere。“Supper，boys？“saidhe。“Breakfast，“saidScipio，crossly。Andnomoreofthemaddressedus。IheardthemjoylesslymentionWallStreettoeachother，andSaratoga；IevenheardthenameBrynMawr，whichisnearPhiladelphia。ButthesefragmentsofhomedroppedinthewildernesshereinMontanabesideafreightcaboosewereofnointeresttomenow。
“Lookslikefrogsdownthere，too，“saidScipio。“Seethemmarshyslogsfullofweeds？“WetookalittleturnandhadasightoftheVirginianquiteactiveamongtheponds。“Hush！I’mgettingsomethoughts，“continuedScipio。“Hewasn’tsorryenough。Don’tinterruptme。“
“I’mnot，“saidI。
“No。ButI’d’mostcaughta-hold。“AndScipiomutteredtohimselfagain，“Hewasn’tsorryenough。“Presentlyhesworeloudandbrilliantly。“Tellyu’！“hecried。“WhatdidhesaytoTrampasafterthatplaytheyexchangedoverrailroadimprovementsandTrampasputthejoshonhim？Didn’thesay，’Trampas，Ithoughtyou’dbeafraidtodoit？’Well，sir，Trampashadbetterhavebeenafraid。Andthat’swhathemeant。There’swherehewasbringin’ittoTrampasmadeanawfulbadplaythen。Youwait。
Glory，buthe’saknowin’man！Coursehewasn’tsorry。Iguesshehadthehardestkindofworktolookassorryashedid。Youwait。“