There was some low brush here called greasewood, which grew about as high as currant bushes, and some distance up the mountain the oxen could find some scattery bunch grass, which, on the whole, made this camp a pretty good one.

The women, however, were pretty nearly exhausted, and little Charley Arcane cried bitterly all day and almost all night.

All began to talk more and feel more hopeful of getting through.

The women began to say that every step brought them so much nearer to the house we had told them about on the other side and often said the work was not so very hard after all.

Really it was not so bad travelling as we had at first.