The rider lashed his mount, and plunging, splashing, crossed at a pace near a gallop.

He returned in the same manner, and reported one bad place near the other side.
Jones and I got on the first wagon and tried to coax up the dogs, but they would not come.

Emmett had to lash the four horses to start them; and other Mormons riding alongside, yelled at them, and used their whips.

The wagon bowled into the water with a tremendous splash.

We were wet through before we had gone twenty feet.