:18:01
He professed to know...
:18:04
a new, shorter route
through the Nevadas.
:18:09
Quite a route that was.
:18:11
Longer than the known one...
:18:14
and impossible to travel.
:18:15
Get up there! Get on!
:18:17
We worked... very, very hard.
:18:22
By the time
of the first snowfall...
:18:23
we were still a hundred miles
from this place.
:18:25
That was November.
:18:27
Proceeding in the snow
was futile.
:18:31
We took shelter in a cave.
:18:33
We decided to wait
until the storm had passed.
:18:37
But the storm did not pass.
:18:40
The trail soon
became impassable...
:18:46
and we had run out of food.
:18:49
We ate the oxen...
:18:53
all the horses...
:18:57
even my own dog.
:19:01
And that lasted us
about a month.
:19:04
After that,
we turned to our belts...
:19:08
shoes...
:19:10
any roots we could dig up...
:19:13
but you know there's no real
nourishment in those.
:19:18
We remained famished.
:19:22
The day that Jones died...
:19:24
I was out collecting wood.
:19:28
He had expired
from malnourishment.
:19:32
And when I returned...
:19:34
the others were cooking
his legs for dinner.
:19:42
Would I have stopped it
had I been there?
:19:48
I don't know.
:19:51
But I must say...
:19:55
when I stepped
inside that cave...