I put our collective strength to three carts at a time, took them a short distance, and then brought up the other three.

Thus by travelling over the hill three times--twice forward and once back--I succeeded after hours of toil in bringing my little company to the summit.

The carts were then trotted on gaily down-hill, the intense cold stirring us to action.
"One or two parties who were with these carts gave up entirely, and but for the fact that we overtook one of our ox-teams that had been detained on the road, they must have perished on the Rocky Ridge.

One old man named James, a farmer from Gloucestershire, who had a large family, and who had worked very hard all the way, I found sitting by the roadside unable to pull his cart any farther.

I could not get him into the wagon, as it was already overcrowded.