We stayed there four weeks, then left by ox team for the plains. My brother Barry and wife and sister Ann were with us. While crossing the plains we encountered some fatigue, which could not be avoided in a strange country and quite a different life to our past history. Met Church teams going to meet the emigrants. We also met Johnsons army going back to the States. We saw a great many Indians which looked very strange to us. While crossing the plains our little babe grew quite sick and died on the 20th of August and was buried 12 miles west of Devils Gate. It caused us much grief. We traveled along until we came in view of Salt Lake City, which was to me a delightful aspect and I was very glad to see it, after our long and tedious journey over ill and sandy ridges. I was glad to find a resting place and we arrived in Salt Lake City on the 13th of September, after a journey of eleven weeks on the plains.