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Show AND A RIDE IN A SNOW- STORM. 63 former Capt. A, and he would tell me that Capt B, when Quartermaster, swindled the Government out of thousands, by fraudulent vouchers. The next day, perchance, I might meet the former Capt. B, and he would tell me that Capt. A, when Commissary of Subsistence, was the greatest scoundrel in Utah that he robbed the Government of bacon and flour enough to last his family for five years, & c. The third day I might meet the two together, and they would both unite in telling about how Capt. C stole wagon tires and chains to fix his mill in Rush Valley, and sold Government horses to himself for a mere song. One offi cer would wilfully deceive another, apparently for the morbid pleasure he would take in getting him in trouble, and then tell it as a good joke. Disciplined troops and honest officers were not sent to this country any too soon ; and I fancy that Major Burt, when he assumed command at Fort Bridger, had not the easiest task in the world in attempting to straighten out things. I must in justice to some of the late officers remark, that they were not all of this class, by any means. Several that I have met have proved themselves to be gen tlemen, and honored the positions they held. The locality of Fort Bridger was made a memorable one to me on an occasion subsequent to the march I am describ ing, and I will here make another gap in my narrative to re fer to the event, and record an exciting adventure in a snow storm. On a clear bright morning in the month of October a party of seven, three ladies, a little son of one of them, and three gentlemen, including myself, started from Camp Douglas for Fort Bridger, on a pleasure trip. When we started the temperature, as well as the hazy appearance of the atmosphere over the whole valley, indicated that de lightful season, - Indian Summer, which is so much enjoyed on the Atlantic coast, and elsewhere in the States. Bein * rather thickly clad, before entering the mountain pass I removed my vest as necessary for comfort. Travelling in ambulances, as we did, without a change of horses, it is a |