Then we went to some other State by rail, I think Iowa, and prepared to cross the plains. We traveled with ox teams, two yoke to the wagon. Some had three oxen and a cow, so as to have a little milk. There were two families to each wagon, so there was no chance for anybody to ride that could walk. I walked all the way and enjoyed it.
On the twenty-ninth of September, we arrived in Salt Lake City . . .