The ambulance was simply jerked over those miles of fearful rocks; one could not say driven or dragged over, for we were pitched from rock to rock the entire distance.
Stoneman's Lake Road was famous, as I afterwards heard.

Perhaps it was just as well for me that I did not know about it in advance.
The sure-footed mules picked their way over these sharp-edged rocks.
There was not a moment's respite.

We asked a soldier to help with holding the baby, for my arms gave out entirely, and were as if paralyzed.

The jolting threw us all by turns against the sides of the ambulance (which was not padded), and we all got some rather bad bruises.

We finally bethought ourselves of the pappoose basket, which we had brought along in the ambulance, having at the last moment no other place to put it.