I walked most of the way to Omaha. Although I expected to become a mother, I cooked for fifteen persons over camp fires, and I shared with my husband all the hardships and privations in crossing the plains. At Omaha, we changed and went with Samuel Wilcox. This man, George, never went to Salt Lake City; he met a company of Josephites, and returned with them, taking with him the freight that had been entrusted to his care, among which were two large oil-cloth bags, filled with clothes belonging to my husband and me, and clothes prepared for my expected baby, but when he was born I had nothing to cover him with except what Mrs. Wilcox could find. Five of the Wilcox family were taken with Mountain Fever. This family had been Mormons in the days of Joseph Smith, but at this time had apostatized, and were on their way to California. At this time, when the children were suffering with the fever, Mrs. Wilcox wanted my husband to administer to the sick, but he told her only on one condition, in case they joined the church again. The five children recovered, after being administered to, recovering in three weeks time, during which time my son, Edward Lorenzo was born at Fort Bridger, Wyoming on August 22, 1861, in a prairie schooner. When three days old, we started again on our journey. We arrived in Salt Lake City September 7, 1861.