all mixed up in the mad whirl and could not help ourselves. “Adolphus, you have to play whatever you can.” After a while they pulled Adolphus out of the tent. “We must have a dance tonight. Everybody get ready! Adolphus, play a quadrille (something like a worn-out American polka).” Adolphus played and we all danced hilariously until nine o’clock that night. After that we all walked down to the Sheepshead saloon and everybody was jolly. The hunters were there and very liberal, making up for their hardships by getting drunk. Filthy stories were passed around by one and another, from their experiences. I will not repeat them here, they were too highly colored.(To be conctinued.)
