George had made up his mind to accede to the wishes of his father, and as we had been there twenty-two months and both were tired of the business, and having made up my mind to quit the scouting field, I talked the matter over with George for two days and concluded to accompany him to San Francisco; so we went to Gen. Crook and told him we were going to quit and go away.

He asked what was the matter, if anything had gone wrong.  We told him there was nothing wrong at all, but we were tired of the business and had made up our minds to quit.  He said he was very sorry to have us leave, but if we had made up our minds to that effect there was no use saying any more.  He asked me how many head of horses George and I had.  I told him that there had been over one hundred head of horses captured, and that many of them had been used by the soldiers all summer, but if he would let George and I select thirty-five head from the band of captured horses he could have the rest of them.  This he agreed to, so there was no falling out over that.

Having settled up with Gen. Crook and everything arranged, in a few days we were ready to start.

The day before our departure for San Francisco we went around and visited with all the boys in blue, telling them we were going to leave, and that for good.  They expressed their regrets, but bade us bon-voyage and good luck for the future.

CHAPTER XXXV.

Black Bess becomes popular in San Francisco.—­A failure as rancher.—­Buying horses in Oregon.  The Klamath Marsh.—­Captain jack the Modoc

George Jones and I pulled out for San Francisco, via Los Angeles, this being the regular mail line at this time, and we made the trip to the City of the Golden Gate inside of a month.

As soon as we arrived at San Francisco we commenced selling our horses at private sale.  We put up at what was known as the Fashion Stable, which was kept by a man by the name of Kinnear, whom we found to be a perfect gentleman, and who rendered us almost invaluable assistance in disposing of our horses.  This was the first stable that was built on Market street.  As soon as our horses were sold Jones boarded the steamer for New York.  When we separated here, having been so intimately acquainted for so long, the separation was almost like that of two brothers, and we had not the least idea that we would ever meet again in this world.