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With the dogs falling, Mercedes weeping and riding, Hal swearing innocuously, and Charless eyes wistfully watering, they staggered into John Thorntons camp at the mouth of White River. When they halted, the dogs dropped down as though they had all been struck dead. Mercedes dried her eyes and looked at John Thornton. Charles sat down on a log to rest. He sat down very slowly and painstakingly what of his great stiffness. Hal did the talking.