It seemed to be best for them to rest a little before eating.

Mrs.Bennett said that the only consolation was that the road was getting shorter every day, but were it not for the children she would sooner die than follow the trail any farther.

Their soup was carried to them in the bed, and they were covered up as they lay, and slept till morning.

This day's walk was the hardest one yet, and probably the longest one of the whole journey, but there was no other place where we could find a place large enough to make a camp and free enough of rocks so that a bed could be made.
Rogers and I had the kettle boiling early, and put in the last of the meat, and nearly all that was left of the flour.

At the next camp an ox must be killed.