Perhaps it is well for one to know his fate at first, and get reconciled to it.

We had learned ours in one afternoon.

It was plain that we had to walk through the sand and shove that wagon and those horses two hundred miles.

So we accepted the situation, and from that time forth we never rode.

More than that, we stood regular and nearly constant watches pushing up behind.
We made seven miles, and camped in the desert.