Alter that Bud kept the
diary for him, jotting down the main happenings of the day. When
Cash's thumb healed so that he could hold a pencil with some
comfort, Bud thankfully relinquished the task. He hated to write,
anyway, and it seemed to him that Cash ought to trust his memory
a little more than he did.
I shall skip a good many days, of course--though the diary
did not, I assure you.
First, there was the outfit. When they had outfitted at Needles
for the real trip, Cash set down the names of all living things
in this wise:
Outfit, Cassius B. Markham, Bud Moore, Daddy a bull terrier,
bay horse, Mars, Pete a sorrel, Ed a burro, Swayback a jinny,
Maude a jack, Cora another jinny, Billy a riding burro & Sways
colt & Maude colt a white mean looking little devil
Sat. Apr. 1.
Up at 7:30. Snowing and blowing 3 ft. of snow on ground.
Managed to get breakfast & returned to bed. Fed Monte & Peter our
cornmeal, poor things half frozen. Made a fire in tent at 1:30 &
cooked a meal. Much smoke, ripped hole in back of tent. Three
burros in sight weathering fairly well. No sign of let up
everything under snow & wind a gale. Making out fairly well under
adverse conditions. Worst weather we have experienced.
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