Of those long weary months I cannot clearly tell.  I know it was April when we started and October when we reached the place that was to be our home in Oregon.  Sometimes we stopped several days in camp where we found plenty of water and good grazing and while the teams rested and fed up, the men fixed up the wagons and helped the women wash and prepare food for the next drive ahead.  Then there were days we toiled over the arid plains till far into the night to reach the life-giving water that was a necessity to us and to our trains.  The children of the company walked many many miles....sometimes I think I walked half of the way to Oregon!  Some days it was very hard to find fuel enough for our camp fires.  Many a time our simple meals were cooked over a fire of buffalo chips and sage brush.  The weather did not cause as much trouble.  I recall but one real storm.  It was on the Platte River in Nebraska.  We were in camp on the bank of the river when it came on.  The wind blew a hurricane!  Thunder roared and lightening flashed!  It was a dark as Egypt.  The rain poured like it was being emptied from buckets.  I will never forget that night!  Every tent was blown down.  No one was seriously hurt, though a babe was narrowly missed by a falling tent pole.  The men chained the wagons together to hold them from being blown into the river.  Our camp belongings were blown helter skelter over the country around about and our stock was stampeded 'till it took all the next day to get them rounded up.