Leisure is gone—gone where the spinning-wheels are gone, and the pack-horses, and the slow waggons, and the pedlars, who brought bargains to the door on sunny afternoons.
Ali quickly took the reins of the packhorse and donkey Mustafa and Florence helped Jack Annie and Coco dismount With Florence's help Jack climbed into the rowboat.
Meanwhile he watched mankind march on, like a train of pack-horses on the Snake River, tumbling from one morass into another, and at short intervals, for no reason but temper, falling to butchery, like Cain.