My aunts Ellen and Alice Corbridge, had also come from England and father emigrated them also. In speaking of the trip across the plains it was always referred to as a pleasure trip. I do not remember many incidents on the plains. One place we passed, there had been many emigrants die with chlorea [cholera] and had been buried not far from the road, their beds, bedding and clothing left by the roadside. Some of our company killed a buffalo. We landed in Salt Lake City on the 28th. of August, 1852.