they went along, Glover and his party reached Moun-
tain camp on the evening of February 19th. On
every side the snow presented an apparently unbroken
level, and the stillness of death was there. They
shouted, and the moaning wind answered like voices
from another world. Other and. louder shouts were
raised. Presently, like vermin from their holes, crept
forth from the cabin under the snow human forms,
skeletons slowly moved by a cold and aching anima-
tion. A dull delirium of joy broke forth in low laughs
and sobs and tears. " Have you brought anything
for me ? " one after another asked, the narrator goes
on to say : "Many of them had a peculiarly wild ex-
pression of the eye ; all looked haggard, ghastly, and
horrible. The flesh was wasted from their bodies, and
the skin seemed to have dried upon their bones. Their
voices were weak and sepulchral ; and the whole scene
conveyed to the mind the idea of that shout having
reached another world, awakening the dead from un-
der the snows. Fourteen of their number, principally
men, had already died from starvation, and many
more were so reduced that it was almost certain they
would never rise from the miserable beds upon which
they had lain down." The unhappy survivors were, in
short, in a condition the most deplorable, and bej^ond
the power of language to describe, or of the imagination
to conceive. The annals of human suffering nowhere
present a more appalling spectacle than that which
blasted the eyes and sickened the hearts of those brave
men whose indomitable courage and perseverance in
the face of so many dangers, hardships, and privations,
snatchfcd some of these miserable survivors from the
jaws of death, and who, for having done so much,
merit the lasting gratitude and respect of every man
who has a heart to feel for human woe, or a hand to
afford relief
" Many of the sufferers had been living for weeks upon bullock hides ; and even this sort of food was so nearly exhausted with some, that they were about to
