Her limbs had lost all the flesh and seemed nothing but skin and bones, while her body had grown corpulent and distended, and her face had a starved pinched and suffering look, with no healthy color in it.
She told me of their sufferings while we were gone, and said she often dreamed she saw us suffering fearfully for water, and lack of food and could only picture to herself as their own fate, that they must leave the children by the trail side, dead, and one by one drop out themselves in the same way.

She said she dreamed often of her old home where bread was plenty, and then to awake to find her husband and children starving was a severe trial indeed, and the contrast terrible.

She was anxious to get me to express an opinion as to whether I thought we could get the oxen down the falls where we had so much trouble.
I talked to her as encouragingly as I could, but she did not cheer up much and sobbed and wept over her work most all the time.

It was not possible to encourage her much, the outlook seemed so dark.

Mrs.Arcane sat under another wagon and said nothing, but she probably heard all we had to say, and did not look as if her hopes were any brighter.