As it was, the meat on their frames was very scarce, and we had to use the greatest economy to make it last and waste nothing.

We should now have to kill one of our oxen every few days, as our other means of subsistence had been so completely used up.
The women contracted a strange dislike to this region and said they never wanted to see any part of it again.
As the sun showed its face over the great sea of mountains away to the east of Death Valley, and it seemed to rise very early for winter season we packed up and started west on the big trail.

Rogers and I took the oxen and mule and went on, leaving the others to accompany Old Crump and his little charges.

Arcane had found it best to carry Charley on his back, as it relieved the burning sensation, caused by the eruption on his skin, which was aggravated by the close quarters of the pockets.
Thus leaving the pockets unbalanced, Bennett had to carry his baby also.
This made it harder for them, but every one tried to be just as accommodating as they could and each one would put himself to trouble to accommodate or relieve others.
Rogers and I made camp when we reached the proper place which was some distance from the mountain, on a perfectly level plain where there was no water, no grass, nothing but sage brush would grow on the dry and worthless soil.

We let the oxen go and eat as much of this as they chose, which was very little and only enough to keep them from absolute starvation.