Five men camping beside a river. Perhaps six. A dixie on the fire, coffee from the pot, and one of them doing the washing up. Is that a sixth man leaning back in the shadow of the tent’s interior, or a bundle of rags. The men lie or sit on the ground, gazing down at their various tasks. Some are barefoot and all are wearing what appear, to my untrained eye, to be sleeping caps. The year is 1873 and we may just be spying upon breakfast at camp.