She was heavily handicapped, having a large shawl tied across her shoulders filled with the burnt pork and some blankets.

After a few minutes rest they were again tugging along towards their little ark.

As the light of the sun gradually faded away, the little band of colonists tried to quicken their pace, but they tried in vain.

They were so exhausted that it was with great difficulty they kept on their feet.
The children were more dead than alive, and the approaching darkness filled them with terror.

Their mother would say to them, "Keep along, follow closely, the moon is rising, we shall soon have plenty of light." In this manner they toiled on till midnight, when they reached the sloop.