 Animals were well watered; every container filled when they passed Points of Rocks and entered Jornada del Muerto--the journey of death. The dried spring, littered with bits of broken bones, yielded no relief for the travelers' parched lips. Death came in many disguises: disease, Indians, and lack of water. Jubal pressed the caravan on, watching for marauding Apaches. Past bleached skeletons and treacherous quicksand, the wagons lumbered on El Camino Real. Arriving at Paraje--90 miles and three days later--the men whooped and shouted; ladies cried and hugged their children. They had survived the Journey of the dead. 574 had not. |
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