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Then my father sent for me to come to the Salt Lake Valley, in the year 1849. I was very excited and I thought we were going on a pleasure trip, but found it was a very long hard one before we got to the end of our journey.

The first night I started out with strangers they cut all my hair off. Most of the way across the plains I travelled bare footed and bare headed. I have but a slight remembrance of the plains. Sometimes we would travel for two or three days without water. My father met us in Emmigration [Emigration] Canyon. He brought us vegetables and melons which we enjoyed very much.