He even went so far as to say they would have no chance alone, and that as he now saw the road, he was sure they have would all perished even before reaching as far as this.

We had strong hopes of the morrow, when we would be all rested, all were shod, and would make every footstep count in our western progress.
It seems quite a strange occurrence that the only two storms we had had since we turned westward on this route, Nov.

4th, were snow storms, and that both had come while we were asleep, so that all our days were cloudless.

Sometimes the sun was uncomfortably warm even in the heart of the winter.

One would have naturally expected that the great rainfall all over the California coast in the winter of 1849-50, and the deep snows that came in the Sierra Nevada mountains the same winter, would have extended southerly the few hundred miles that separated the two places.