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Florence, Nebraska, which is now Omaha, was the terminus of the railroad. For six weeks we waited there for the covered wagon trains from Salt Lake City to take us westward. During the camping here a severe storm came up in which three or four of the company of Mormon emigrants were killed with lightning. The saints were very happy when the wagons came, fifty-two in number. Four yoke of cattle to each wagon and eight or nine horsemen. The journey across the plains was long, tiresome and sad. First my baby sister died and was buried and farther on Susannah, who was 23 years old was stricken during the night. Her death and burial detained just twenty minutes from starting on their journey at the usual hour in the morning. She was wrapped in a blanket and buried in her lonely grave about 175 miles from Ogden, almost at the end of the journey.

On Sunday, October 19, 1862, Captain Horton B. Haight's Church train which we were in, arrived in Great Salt Lake City.