Unlike Wingate, the newly chosen master of the train, who had horses and mules about him, the young leader, Banion, captained only ox teams.

They came now, slow footed, steady, low headed, irresistible, indomitable, the same locomotive power that carried the hordes of Asia into Eastern Europe long ago.

And as in the days of that invasion the conquerors carried their households, their flocks and herds with them, so now did these half-savage Saxon folk have with them their all.
Lean boys, brown, barefooted girls flanked the trail with driven stock.
Chickens clucked in coops at wagon side.

Uncounted children thrust out tousled heads from the openings of the canvas covers.

Dogs beneath, jostling the tar buckets, barked in hostile salutation.