I  got  on  the  horse,  with  my  babe  in  my  lap,  with  Little  on  foot,
in  advance.  Sometimes  it  rained,  and  then  it  snowed  as  fast  as
it  could  come  down.  I  was  on  the  horse  fi'om  sunrise  until  dark,
with  a  child  in  my  arms,  two  years  old.  You  may  be  siu'e  I  was
very  much  fatigued.  The  next  day,  March  2,  my  husband  came
with  oiu-  goods.  On  the  day  following,  he  was  taken  sick,  and
kept  down  about  six  weeks.  We  thought  he  would  die.  We  had
no  doctor,  nor  any  medicine.  John  Odell  came  to  see  us,  and
brought  a  dose  of  tartar-emetic  and  some  blister  flies.  These,
with  some  butternut  pills,  composed  our  stock  of  medicine,  with  a
bottle  of  Bateman's  Drops,  which  we  used  as  an  anodyne.  He
recovered,  and  we  all  kept  well  until  August,  when  he  was  attacked
again  with  fever  and  ague,  and  was  very  sick  for  some  time.  I
was  confined  the  21st  of  August,  and  could  procure  a  nm-se  but
for  two  days,  when  I  had  to  get  up  and  perfoiin  my  work  as  best
I  could.  A  man  named  Luce  took  sick  and  died  near  lis.  As
almost  everybody  was  sick,  my  husband  and  myself  had  to  see  to
him.  My  husband  was  sick,  and  my  babe  was  only  a  week  old.
We  succeeded  in  getting  help  to  dig  his  grave,  and  Mordecai
Ellis  made  his  coffin  by  splitting  a  basswood  tree,  dressing  the
boards  with  a  broad-ax  and  jack-plane,  and  painting  them  black.
