Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . ,swimming our horses. We therefore had toride thirty-four miles on the trail of the train,doing their two days travel in one day, and thatthe hottest of the season. The air was reallyfurnace-like, reminding one of the accounts fromIndia of the scorching heats of mid-day in thatmore tropical climate. But when we got to camp, two hours aftersunset, there was still no rest for us. Mosqui-toes abounded, biting our hands, and necks, andfaces, as we cooked our suppers, and flying intoour eyes and mouths whenever we dared to openeither.
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . ,swimming our horses. We therefore had toride thirty-four miles on the trail of the train,doing their two days travel in one day, and thatthe hottest of the season. The air was reallyfurnace-like, reminding one of the accounts fromIndia of the scorching heats of mid-day in thatmore tropical climate. But when we got to camp, two hours aftersunset, there was still no rest for us. Mosqui-toes abounded, biting our hands, and necks, andfaces, as we cooked our suppers, and flying intoour eyes and mouths whenever we dared to openeither. At this season of the year mosquitoesare the intolerable curse of travelers, the littleblack fly the tolerable curse, and wood-ticks thecurse. As for the rest of the entomological cre-ation, they bear no comparison with these intheir power of inflicting annoyance and pettymisery upon the human race; and one soon getsthe habit, I found, of brushing a spider from hisface, an ant from his neck, or taking any creep-ing, crawling thing from the inside of his near-. TilE ^ ANSON NOETHUP. 308
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