March 26, 1857

Father woke me before dawn. Brrr! It felt like winter again. Mother packed us a hamper. Father, George, and I had just started off when one of our wagon wheels broke. It was nearly noon by the time Uncle Aubert fixed it. At last we set off. George drove one wagon. I sat on the seat beside Father and drove the other.

Now we have stopped to eat our dinner. I believe Father thought warm weather was here to stay. But it is cold. Too cold to write another word.

Later

Here we are at the Fish Hotel. It is owned by a Shawnee named Pascal Fish. It is packed with families on their way to Lawrence.

We arrived after dark. My arms ached from holding the reins. I have never been so hungry. We went straight to the dining room. I am writing as we wait for a table. I hope we get one soon!