No inhabitant of the place saw us off.

All chose to remain indoors, thus making our departure as ominous as they had made our arrival the night before.
Again it was long hours of parching heat and biting dust, sage-brush and sand, and a land accursed.

No dwellings of men, neither cattle nor fences, nor any sign of human kind, did we encounter all that day; and at night we made our wagon-circle beside an empty stream, in the damp sand of which we dug many holes that filled slowly with water seepage.
Our subsequent journey is always a broken experience to me.

We made camp so many times, always with the wagons drawn in circle, that to my child mind a weary long time passed after Nephi.

But always, strong upon all of us, was that sense of drifting to an impending and certain doom.
We averaged about fifteen miles a day.