CHAPTER II

WE GET OUR DISCHARGES

The next day Tom came to me looking rather serious, and I saw that he

had something on his mind, and when he had gotten me alone he explained

what this was.

"I've been thinking it over, Peck," he said, "and I've pretty near made

up my mind that we'd better drop Jack and either pick up another man

or else you and me go it without a third man. I am afraid that Jack's

fondness for liquor will get him into trouble and so make trouble for

us. I hate to go back on him, for he's a rattlin' good fellow when he

is out of the reach of whiskey, but, when he can get it, he's a regular

drunkard."

"That's so, Tom," I answered; "but when we get started back to the

plains we'll soon have him where he can't get whiskey, and then he'll

be all right. I think we can manage him by making him turn over all his

money except a few dollars to you or to me, and when his money is gone

we'll see that he gets no more. If we can get him to promise that after

he gets through he will let liquor alone, he will do it. Jack prides

himself on being a man of his word."

"Well," said Tom with some hesitation, "we'll take him then, but we

must have a fair and square understanding with him and fire him if he

don't come to time and behave like a man. We can't fool away time with

a drunken man."

Besides being an all-around good fellow, Jack had a fiddle and could

play it and could also sing. On these musical accomplishments I counted

for much enlivening of our lonely winter's work.

When spoken to about binding himself to let whiskey alone, Jack readily

promised that after one little spree when we got our pay he would

swear off entirely till the wolf hunting trip was over. He was willing

to turn over his money to Tom or to me when we should be paid off,

reserving only a few dollars for the "good time" that he had promised

himself.

We now began trading with the Indians for the skins needed for our

buckskin suits, and as we got them we smoked them, using for this

purpose a large dry-goods box, to the bottom of which, on the inside,

we tacked the hides in place. The box was then, turned over a little

smothered fire in a hole in the ground. We found that this way of

smoking skins was an improvement on the Indian method, smoking them

more quickly and evenly and giving them a more uniform color.

In 1861 the agency for the five tribes--Cheyennes, Arapahoes, Kiowas,

Comanches, and Prairie Apaches--was at Fort Wise, and, as the time

approached for the Indian agent to make the annual distribution of

gifts from the government, the tribes would come in to receive their

annuities. Our trading with the Indians had to be done quietly, because

the post sutler had the exclusive privilege of all Indian trade on the

post reservation, and, by order of the commanding officer, no one else

might carry on any traffic with the Indians.

From one of the cavalry first sergeants we each bought a rifle,

revolver, and some cartridges, and such additional soldier clothing as

we needed. These purchases were, of course, illegal. It was a serious

offence for any non-commissioned officer or soldier to sell government

property. On the other hand, it was very frequently done.

A few days later Tom came into the quarters and gleefully exclaimed:

"I've struck it. A bull train is corralling about a mile above the

post, and the wagon-master has agreed to haul us into the settlements.

It is one of Majors & Russell's outfits going back empty, and the

wagon boss agrees to take us and let us work our passage, for he is

shorthanded. The train will lie over here to-morrow to get some work

done, and that will give us time to get our discharges, draw our

rations, and say good-by to the other men."

"But, Tom," said Jack, "how can we work our passage in a bull train

when ne'er a one of us knows anything about driving bulls?"

"I told the wagon boss that," answered Tom, "and he said it made no

difference, that he had other work that any greenhorn could do--night

herding or driving the cavvy-yard. We're to get our plunder out at the

side of the road as he pulls through the post. Now, as that is settled,

let's put on our best jackets and go over to the captain's quarters and

ask for our discharges."

"Well, Tom," said Jack, "we'll let you do the talking for us, for

likely enough the 'old man' will give us a lot of taffy and try to

persuade us to re-enlist. You can give him our reasons for not taking

on again better than me and Peck."

Before long we had marched briskly across the parade-ground and lined

up in front of the captain's door, with Tom in the post of honor on the

right. The captain opened the door and stepped out, when we all three

saluted, and as he returned it he asked:

"Well, men, what's wanting?"

Standing rigidly at attention, Jack and I kept silence while Tom spoke,

saying:

"We've called, sir, to see if the captain would be so kind as to give

us our discharges so we can take advantage of the chance to go into the

States with the bull train that's camped in the bottom yonder."

"Why, yes; certainly," said the captain slowly; "but I had hoped that

you men would re-enlist in time to get the benefit of the three months'

extra pay with furlough. You are pretty sure to re-enlist sooner or

later, and it would be better for you to take on in your old company.

It looks as if the war would continue for some time yet, and, as we

will probably all be ordered into the States soon, there will be good

opportunities for well-trained soldiers to get commissions in the

volunteers."

"We're very grateful to the captain for his good opinion, but we've

concluded to go down into the buffalo range and put in the winter

skinning wolves," said Tom. "Next summer, if we take a notion to

re-enlist, we'll hunt the old company up."

"All right, men," said the captain, apparently not wishing to seem

unduly anxious about the matter; "you may go to the first sergeant and

tell him I order your discharges and final statements made out."

Thanking him, we saluted and marched off. The documents were made out

in due course and handed to us by the sergeant, with compliments on the

good service we had all performed and the expression of a hope that

when we had "blowed in our money" we would go back to the old company.

For some hours we were busy packing up, happy in the feeling that we

were once more citizens. We spent some time shaking hands and bidding

good-by to every one, and in some cases the partings were rather

moving.

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