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Their hearts turned to stone -- those which did not break -- and they became beasts , the men on Dead Horse Trail . `` It was there I met a man with the heart of a Christ and the patience . And he was honest . When he rested at midday he took the packs from the horses so that they , too , might rest . He paid $ 50 a hundred-weight for their fodder , and more . He used his own bed to blanket their backs when they rubbed raw . Other men let the saddles eat holes the size of water - buckets .