The cows wouldn't swim the big river on a run.

If there's rough country, with any shelter, they'd like enough begin to mill--it might be five miles, ten--I can't guess.

You go find out.
"Now, you others, first thing, get your families all out in the sun.
Spread out the bedclothes and get them dried.

Build fires and cook your best right away--have the people eat.

Get that bugle going and play something fast--Sweet Hour of Prayer is for evening, not now.