Probably if we had travelled here on horseback in the open there would not have been this sense of having left our fortification behind.
July 12th the boats proceeded down a river so sluggish that the term "down" seemed a misnomer, and we actually had to row; had to work at the oars to make the boats go; these same boats which so recently had behaved like wild horses.

This was not to our taste at all, the weather being extremely hot.

But there was no help for it.

The boats fairly went to sleep and we tugged away at their dull, heavy weight, putting the miles behind and recalling the express-train manner of their recent action.

On each side of us there were occasional groves of cottonwoods and wide bottoms bounded by low hills.