Some were quite sarcastic in their remarks about the invalid preacher who never earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, and by their actions showed that they did not care very much whether he ever got through or not.

They thought he ought to have asserted his manliness and taken the burden on himself, and not lean upon his delicate and trusting wife as he seemed to do.

All are sure that it is to his faithful wife the Rev.J.W.Brier owed his succor from the sands of that desert.
Looking back on the scenes of that day, the way the selfish dispositions of people were made manifest is almost incredible.

Every one seemed to think only of saving his own life, and every spark of human sympathy and kindness seemed extinguished.

A man would drink the last cup of water even if his neighbor choked.
This camp was the same one which the Author mentions in his narrative, to which Rogers and himself crept so silently and carefully at night to ascertain whether the occupants were friends or foes.