d by a spick-span alert waiter; then, quail on
toast. "Ice in Arizona?" It was like a dream, and I remarked to Jack,
"This isn't the same Arizona we knew in '74," and then, "I don't believe
I like it as well, either; all this luxury doesn't seem to belong to the
place."

After a drive behind some smart mules, over a flat stretch of seven
miles, we arrived at Fort Lowell, a rather attractive post, with a long
line of officers' quarters, before which ran a level road shaded by
beautiful great trees. We were assigned a half of one of these sets of
quarters, and as our half had no conveniences for house-keeping, it
was arranged that we should join a mess with General and Mrs. Kautz and
their family. We soon got settled down to our life there, and we had
various recreations; among them, driving over to Tucson and riding on
horseback are those which I remember best. We made a few acquaintances
in Tucson, and they sometimes drove out in the evenings, or more
frequently rode out on horseback. Then we would gather together on the
Kautz piazza and everybody sang to the accompaniment of Mrs. Kautz's
guitar. It was very hot, of course; we had all expected that, but the
luxuries obtainable through the coming of the railroad, such as ice, and
various summer drinks, and lemons, and butter, helped out to make the
summer there more comfortable.

We slept on the piazzas, which ran around the houses on a level with the
ground. At that time the fad for sleeping out of doors, at least amongst
civilized people, did not exist, and our arrangements were entirely
primitive.

Our quarters were surrounded by a small yard and a fence; the latter was
dilapidated, and the gate swung on one hinge. We were seven miles from
anywhere, and surrounded by a desolate country. I did not experience the
feeling of terror that I had had at Camp Apache, for instance, nor the
grewsome fear of the Ehrenberg grave-yard, nor the appalling fright I
had known in crossing the Mogollon range or in driving through Sanford's
Pass. But still there was a haunting feeling of insecurity which hung
around me especially at night. I was awfully afraid of snakes, and no
sooner had we lain ourselves down on our cots to sleep, than I would
hear a rustling among the dry leaves that had blown in under our beds.
Then all would be still again; then a crackling and a rustling--in a
flash I would be sitting up in bed. "Jack, do you hear that?" Of course
I did not dare to move or jump