The first night we stayed at Ahira Morse's mother's.  We ate our own provisions and slept in our wagons.  We cooked on their stove.  Oh, how it rained!  Just like Iowa can rain!  I thought it dreadful to go to bed in the rain.  I complained to Molly.  She said she was tired enough to sleep any place.  "You will get used to worse than this before you are through with it."  I was ten years old, and the idea of the rain pouring down with only a wagonsheet for protection did no appeal to me.