On the Trail of Geronimo — page 195: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO, 183 CHAPTER XXII. IN CAMP. THE troopers had lingered at the ranch longer than any member of the company suspected. At such times the hours pass swiftly, and when they had ridden some eight or ten miles beyond the slight elevation from which they caught their last sight of the building and its inmates, the sun dipped below the horizon. It had been Lieutenant Whitcomb’s intention to travel considerably further, but, at this juncture, they came upon such a lovely spot for camping, that they decided to stay where they were until morning. The place was somewhat rocky, with stunted pine and cottonwood growing plentifully, and con- taining the finest spring of clear water that the young officer had seen since entering the Apache country. It was the last which decided the ques- ConmicloO©olkkS.G