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Transcript for History of the Zollinger family, including Jacob and Rosetta, reel 14, box 19, fd. 10, item 10, 3

They broke camp on the 9th of August, rather into in the season and were the last company to go west that year. The day before Brother Wintch had died and was buried there. All who were able to, walked while the sick remained in the wagons.

At first everything went quite well but as they proceeded, and were well on their way, feed got scarcer, the roads more dusty, in places, the dust was 8 to 10 inches deep and the cattle began to lose flesh. One day as they were traveling along the dusty road, the team being driven by an Englishman just behind the Zollinger outfit, which was loaded quite heavy with merchandise; his wife was sitting on a box with her feet out over the front end gate, she fell asleep and fell out in front of the wagon which ran over her killing her, the team stopped and they buried her and went on.

On the 7th of Sept. the mother of Brother Wintch who had died the day before leaving camp, also passed onto a better world. A few days later, a child [Surge Louie Jakobs] of Nichlaus Jakobs died and on the 28th of Sept. a son of Jakob Neser [Sigmund Neeser] and on Oct. 1st, a man from England passed away. At on time as they were driving along the Platte River and passing through a grove of cottonwood trees, Ferdinand Zollinger and another man went to see what they could find. They saw something up in a tree wrapped in a Buffalo robe and tied together with ropes. Ferdinand climbed the tree to see what was inside; when he noticed the ropes, he discovered a dea[d] Indian. He quickly descended the tree. The stench made him sick and the next morning he was ill and had to remain in bed. He never walked a step until he got to Salt Lake Valley.

This made 5 sick persons to care for; Ferdinand and wife Louisa, Mother, Doretha, and Elizabeth all down with the mountain fever and the responsibility was upon my Father Jakob [Jacob Zollinger]. When evening would come, they would drive their teams in a circle so as to keep the cattle inside and also for better protection from Indians. After unhitching the teams and taking care of them, he would pitch camp; get the bedding out; go to a neighbors for help to carry the sick from the wagon to the tent. This he had to do all the way to the valley. They hired a German woman to cook for them. Grandfather was old but he walked and drove the two cows all the way across the plains. He was 63 years old. In the morning after breakfast, he would hitch up the 4 yoke of oxen, then get the neighbors to help him carry the sick back into the wagon, and so it went day after day. When they arrived in the mountains, it snowed and got cold, so cold in fact, that some froze their feet and one man had to have his toes amputated. It was bad traveling and they could not make many miles per day. On the 5th of October, a man named [Jakob] Looser [Losser] died and a day or two later, a baby was born but died the same day. It belonged to a family named Bachofen. They got to Green River and the snow was gone. On the night of October 27th, my Father failed to unyoke one pair of oxen, the next morning they were gone and could not be found. Some thief had got away with them. This left them with 3 yoke of oxen for the remainder of the journey.

On the 30th of October, they arrived at the mouth of Emigration Canyon and many people came to see if their relatives were in the company.