`` We 'd better set camp now , before it gets any darker , '' said Kate . `` There 's a capital spot over there , by that bluff of dead poplar . The ground seems pretty dry too . Peter , cut us a set of tent poles and kindle a fire . '' `` Want my dollar first , '' said old Peter stolidly . We had agreed to pay him a dollar a day for the trip , but none of the money was to be paid until we got to Bothwell . Kate told him this . But all the reply she got was a stolid , `` Want dollar . No make fire without dollar . '' We were getting cold and it was getting dark , so finally Kate , under the law of necessity , paid him his dollar . Then he carried out our orders at his own sweet leisure . In course of time he got a fire lighted , and while we cooked supper he set up the tent and prepared our beds , by cutting piles of brush and covering them with rugs . Kate and I had a hilarious time cooking that supper . It was my first experience of camping out and , as I had become pretty well convinced that Peter Crow was not the typical Indian of old romance , I enjoyed it all hugely . But we were both very tired , and as soon as we had finished eating we betook ourselves to our tent and found our brush beds much more comfortable than I had expected . Old Peter coiled up on his blanket outside by the fire , and the great silence of a windless prairie enwrapped us . In a few minutes we were sound asleep and never wakened until seven o'clock . * * * * * When we arose and lifted the flap of the tent we saw a peculiar sight . The little elevation on which we had pitched our camp seemed to be an island in a vast sea of white mist , dotted here and there with other islands . On every hand to the far horizon stretched that strange , phantasmal ocean , and a hazy sun looked over the shifting billows .
I had never seen a western mist before and I thought it extremely beautiful ; but Kate , to whom it was no novelty , was more cumbered XXXXX breakfast cares .
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