But we were facing unknown dangers, in a far country, away from mother, father, sister and brother--a country infested with roving bands of the most cruel tribe ever known, who tortured before they killed.

We could not even pretend to be gay.
The travelling was very difficult and rough, and both men and animals were worn out by night.

But we were now in the mountains, the air was cool and pleasant, and the nights so cold that we were glad to have a small stove in our tents to dress by in the mornings.

The scenery was wild and grand; in fact, beyond all that I had ever dreamed of; more than that, it seemed so untrod, so fresh, somehow, and I do not suppose that even now, in the day of railroads and tourists, many people have had the view of the Tonto Basin which we had one day from the top of the Mogollon range.
I remember thinking, as we alighted from our ambulances and stood looking over into the Basin, "Surely I have never seen anything to compare with this--but oh! would any sane human being voluntarily go through with what I have endured on this journey, in order to look upon this wonderful scene ?" The roads had now become so difficult that our wagon-train could not move as fast as the lighter vehicles or the troops.

Sometimes at a critical place in the road, where the ascent was not only dangerous, but doubtful, or there was, perhaps, a sharp turn, the ambulances waited to see the wagons safely over the pass.