The sight made me mad to get on faster, for I saw that big things were happening in the East.

I had reckoned that four days would take us from Angora to Erzerum, but here was the second nearly over and we were not yet a third of the way.

I pressed on recklessly, and that hurry was our undoing.
I have said that the Studebaker was a rotten old car.

Its steering-gear was pretty dicky, and the bad surface and continual hairpin bends of the road didn't improve it.

Soon we came into snow lying fairly deep, frozen hard and rutted by the big transport-wagons.
We bumped and bounced horribly, and were shaken about like peas in a bladder.