have recalled the revelry of merry England in the olden
time, though the costumes of the far west were perhaps
somewhat different from those of old England.
No one of all the band assembled there on that day
of rejoicing required to ask what it was all about. Had
any one been in doubt for a moment, a glance at the
centre of the crowd assembled round the gate of the
western fortress would have quickly enlightened him.
For there stood Dick Varley, and his mild-looking mother,
and his loving dog Crusoe. There, too, stood Joe Blunt,