And thus hoping and fearing, hungry and weary to the death, they reached, on the 16th of April, after a march of eighteen miles, a place called McArley's.

They had come over a boggy prairie under a cold rain, and were depressed beyond expression.

But there was a little shelter here for the women and children to sleep under.

The men camped in the open.

They had not a tent in their possession.
About ten o'clock that night, Doctor Worth was sitting with his wife and children and Antonia in one corner of a room in a deserted cabin.