There had been a fall of snow the night before of about eight or ten inches which ended in a rain, and made very bad walking.

Here I was, twenty-five miles from home, my wife was expecting me, and I felt that I could not stay over Sunday.

I was anxious to tell my family of my good luck that we might rejoice together.

I started to walk the whole distance, but it proved to be the hardest physical undertaking that I ever experienced.

It was bedtime when I reached Farmington, only one-third the distance, wallowing in snow porridge all the way.