These severities of the weather also increased our number of deaths, so that we buried several each day.
"The day we crossed the Rocky Ridge it was snowing a little--the wind hard from the northwest, and blowing so keenly that it almost pierced us through.

We had to wrap ourselves closely in blankets, quilts, or whatever else we could get, to keep from freezing.

Elder Rae this day appointed me to bring up the rear.

My duty was to stay behind everything and see that nobody was left along the road.

I had to bury a man who had died in my hundred, and I finished doing so after the company had started.