 The men had to ferry the boat over five times for each of us. We got over, stayed there two weeks. We slept on the ground waiting for help. There were 14 of us in one wagon. My baby got sick. We stayed anyway. And in three days, my baby died on the first day of October, 1846. We traveled on one day, and the next morning we buried her. She was seven months old. Tama Durfee Miner