Neither his mother nor any one else could do anything for him to give him any relief.

We had no medicines, and if he or any one should die, all we could do would be to roll the body in a blanket and cover it with a light covering of sand.
From this camp to the next water holes at the base of the great snow mountain, it was at least 30 miles, level as to surface, and with a light ascending grade.

The Jayhawkers had made a well marked trail, and it it was quite good walking.

The next camp was a dry one, both for ourselves and the oxen, nothing but dry brush for them, and a little dried meat for ourselves, but for all this the women did not complain so very much.

They were getting use to the work and grew stronger with the exercise.