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So no one remembered the mules?

Date: 2013-05-17 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightspore.livejournal.com
P. 117:
That night they sat at the fire like ghosts in their dusty beards and clothing, rapt, pyrolatrous. The fires died and small coals scampered down the plain and sand crept past in the dark all night like armies of lice on the move. In the night some of the horses began to scream and daybreak found several so crazed with snowblindness they required to be shot.

Date: 2013-05-17 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] proximoception.livejournal.com
A haunting concept once you realize you have no idea what it sounds like.

I suspect McCarthy remembered this....

Date: 2013-05-28 07:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightspore.livejournal.com
"The screams of the horses were more terrible to hear than the cries of the men and women." --My Ántonia, Part I, chapter 8

Date: 2013-05-29 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] proximoception.livejournal.com
Some stuff in The Crossing reminded me of that wolf attack, so I bet you're right.

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