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We reached St. Louis about April 1, 1854. A great many died there also.

[During the several weeks they were encamped in St. Louis they were all very busy preparing for their trip across the plains. Those who had means were buying wagons and equipment, oxen and cows for teams. Many of the men had never driven ox teams, so the captain of the company advised the men to see that their equipment was in good shape and then hitch the teams to the wagons and all be ready at one time to start as a tryout.—Sarah Ann.]

[I, too, have heard Lette relate the funny, but at the time very tragic experience of getting ready to make the trek across the plains from St. Louis. The company of Danish Saints, unfamiliar with the mode of travel by ox teams, could speak no English and the oxen could understand no Danish. When they finally learned how to yoke them up and tried to start on the journey, the oxen were confused and went in every which way, to the bewilderment of all concerned. She called it their "fitout" while we in America call it an outfit. I've heard her relate this incident many times and laugh till the tears streamed down her cheeks.—Rachel Dalley]

We went up to here Kansas City now is and camped on the bank (of the Missouri River). In our company was a man by the name of James Black, whose wife died of cholera at St. Louis. He began paying attention to me, but I did not encourage him, as I disliked him, although I couldn't tell why. He was good looking and attractive in manner. In a way, I was dependent on my uncle, and he and his wife were very persistent in persuading me to yield, although I repeatedly told them all I did not want to marry until I reached Salt Lake City. This marriage was most unfortunate for me and resulted in great unhappiness, for as I became better acquainted with him my dislike increased. Although he was a Mormon, he did not entertain the same ideas in regard to living the principles as I did. He was also ill-tempered and jealous.

We traveled across the plains in Mr. Olson's [Olsen’s] company. I walked every step of the way, wading rivers, climbing mountains, often tired and weary, but always glad my face was turned toward Zion. I would have been happy but for my unfortunate marriage. We had a great Indian scare and exciting times with the buffalo and finally reached Salt Lake City October 5, 1854, after three months of traveling.