“They said you had grit. Hope you get through all right,” he answered,
as a jolt announced the arrival of the engine.
“Off brakes,” whistled the engineer. With gasps of relief we saw the
buildings glide past, for we knew we were safe for the present.
At the second station out an empty box car was picked up and the crew
transferred us into that. The strict laws against riding freights caused
us to keep every opening closed. There was no ventilation, and as the
sun climbed higher, we suffered severely from thirst, for in the
excitement of departure we had neglected to fill the canteen. Shortly
after noon the train stopped and we heard voices near at hand. The door
was shoved open and a man’s head appeared.
“You can’t ride in there. Come out at once.”
We leaped to the ground.
“Clear out as fast as you know how. I don’t want to run you in, but if
anybody comes along, I’ll have to, and that may mean a month in jail.”
After our Wood River experience, a word was sufficient to put us in
motion, and as we struck off across the tracks, I glanced back and saw
that we were in the town of Laramie.
This little city stands in the midst of a barren plain, ringed about by
distant mountain ranges. Trees are scarce, and what few there are
evidently belong to doting owners, so that it is difficult for
travellers of our persuasion to find shelter from the broiling sun. On
the south side of town a narrow gauge railroad meanders off across the
flat, grey plain, and near it we found a few discouraged trees in an
abandoned rhubarb field. We made camp, set up the tent and cooked a much
appreciated meal. As night came on mosquitoes swarmed about and we had
recourse to a great smudge in front of the tent. About sundown I saw a
tall, gaunt man walking slowly toward an abandoned freight car that
stood on a rusty spur of the dinky railroad. As I watched his listless
movements my professional interest was aroused, for I took him to be
some unfortunate from the east in search of health.
Next morning we went up town, Dan to hunt for work and I to buy some
much-needed provisions. Dan was lucky enough to secure immediate
employment on some construction work at the Wyoming State University,
located a short distance north of town.
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