I remember landing at St. Louis, Mo. and the camp ground at Leavenworth where my Mother died of Cholera also my borther [sic] Frederick and my sister Emma they three being buried in one grave. I remember the start by Ox team but not much of the journey across the plains was [sic] I was very sick. My brother George died after we had started by team leaving my father with myself as the only survivor of his family, himself so worn with caring for us and attending to his team and c., that he often crawled into camp on his hands and knees, being too exhausted to stand and walk. I was so sick and wasted I could not sit up and the weather was so sultry if I were left but a short time flies would blow [in] my face and eyes and maggots were found on my face.