The remaining cattle caught terror, and since there was no corral, most of the cows and oxen stampeded down the wind.
The canvas of the covered wagons made ill defense.

Many of them were stripped off, others leaked like sieves.

Mothers sat huddled in their calicoes, bending over their tow-shirted young, some of them babes in arms.

The single jeans garments of the boys gave them no comfort.

Under the wagons and carts, wrapped in blankets or patched quilts whose colors dripped, they crawled and sat as the air grew strangely chill.