They were so tired and discouraged they were ready to die, for they felt they could not endure many days like this.
We told them this was the first day and they were not used to exercise therefore more easily tired than after they became a little used to it.
We told them not to be discouraged, for we knew every water hole, and all the road over which we would pilot them safely.

They would not consent to try riding again, after their circus experience, and Mrs.
Arcane said her limbs ached so much she did not think she could even go on the next day.

They had climbed over the rocks all day, and were lame and sore, and truly thought they could not endure such another day.

The trail had been more like stairs than a road in its steep ascent, and our camp was at a narrow pass in the range.

The sky was clear and cloudless, as it had been for so long for thus far upon this route no rain had fallen, and only once a little snow, that came to us like manna in the desert.