On the Trail of Geronimo — page 22: what you’re looking at

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14 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. they could be, and the traveller, who in desperation left the vehicle at some point to obtain a night’s rest and to follow in another one, ran the risk of finding every seat taken, and of being forced to wait indefinitely before resuming his journey. And as for the heat, well! At Gila City, the thermometer stood at 118 degrees in the shade, when Lieutenant Whitcomb reached that terrible place. Three days before it had registered two degrees higher at three o’clock in the afternoon. Dick Whitcomb was a plucky fellow, and, though he got a good preliminary baking, he com- forted himself with the thought that other army officers had been through the same fiery trial, and it awaited the innumerable procession that was to come aiter him. “JT can stand it if they can,” he muttered, com- pressing his lips, “‘and some of the fellows now at the Point will suffer the same thing, only they are likely to have the railroad before long.” And so the young officer buckled down to it, and underwent, without a murmur, greater suffer- ings than had ever fallen to his lot when a plebe at the Academy. | CoOnniclooo Ss.