They did not return with the fugitives until midnight.

One man lost his way and passed the whole night upon the open prairie.

At midnight it began to rain violently.

By some strange oversight, the tents were of such thin cloth that the rain soaked through, and those within them were thoroughly drenched.

The discomfort of the night, however, was forgotten as the dawn of the morning ushered in another lovely summer day.
The journey through the beautiful and picturesque scenery was a delight.
In the serene close of the afternoon they encamped on one of the Kansas bluffs.