We were none of us as bad as this, and yet there was a strange look in the eyes of some of us sometimes, as I saw by looking round, and as others no doubt realized for I saw them making mysterious glances even in my direction.
Morning came and all were silent.

The dim prospect of the future seemed to check every tongue.

When one left a water hole he went away as if in doubt whether he would ever enjoy the pleasure of another drop.

Every camp was sad beyond description, and no one can guide the pen to make it tell the tale as it seemed to us.

When our morning meal of soup and meat was finished, Bennett's two teams, and the two of Arcane's concluded their chances of life were better if they could take some provisions and strike out on foot, and so they were given what they could carry, and they arranged their packs and bade us a sorrowful good bye hoping to meet again on the Pacific Coast.