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Travelling across the plains was hard enough, but toward the end of the journey food became very scarce and I went to bed many times, hungry. Then in the fall when it became cold and stormy, my shoes were worn out and my feet became wet so that I had to dry my stockings at night near the fire. One morning when I came to get them, I found them in the ashes burned up. So there I was with wornout shoes and no stockings, I asked some one in the company for a pair, but they could not spare any, so I got some rags and tied them around my feet the best I could.

One night I and a companion went to ask shelter for the night, because it was raining and we could not sleep under the wagon as we had been doing. A good sister took us in but we had to sleep next to a man, who seemed to lie very still. In the morning we did not get up until the good sister called us—we thought as long as the man remained in bed there was no hurry—but the sister told us we better get up for the man was dead and was to be buried that day. It did not take us long to get out of the tent, I can assure you.

Often the good Captain of the Company would take me on his horse to ride with him, but of course, I had to walk most of the way and many times my feet were so sore I could hardly move them.

Finally the journey ended and we stopped at the Tithing Office.