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校园中的流浪者［二］ 　　Then there were the freight trains, the motive power of which was mules1 and oxen2. It was necessary to carry forward supplies and bring back the crude products of the country. The Chihuahua3 wagon was drawn sometimes by twelve, sometimes by twenty mules, four abreast in the swing, the leaders and wheelers being single teams. For mutual protection trains were made up of from ten to twenty wagons. Drivers frequently meeting a chance acquaintance4 going in an opposite direction would ask, “What is your cargo?” and the answer would be frankly given, “Specie.” Many a Chihuahua wagon carried three or four tons of gold and silver, generally the latter. Here was a new book for this college lad, one he had never studied, though it was more interesting to him than some he had read. There was something thrilling in all this new life. He liked it. The romance was real; it was not an imitation. People answered his few questions and asked none in return. 　　In this frontier village at a late hour one night young Wells overheard this conversation:“Hello, Bill,” said the case-keeper in a faro game5, as he turned his head halfway round to see who was the owner of the monster hand which had just reached over his shoulder and placed a stack of silver dollars on a card, marking it to win, “I’ve missed you the last few days. Where have you been so long?” 　　“Oh, I’ve just been out to El Paso on a little pasear guarding the stage,” was the reply. Now the little pasear was a continuous night-and-day-round-trip of twelve hundred miles. Bill had slept and eaten as he could. When mounted, he scouted6 every possible point of ambush7 for lurking Indian or bandit8. Crossing open stretches of country, he climbed up on the stage and slept. Now having returned, he was anxious to get his wages into circulation9. Here were characters worthy of a passing glance. 　　Interesting as this frontier life was to the young man, he prepared for his final destination. He had no trouble in locati