If I have been able to bear provocation with patience, and to labor cheerfully without wages, and at every personal sacrifice, this lesson was learned when I saw all my hope dashed in pieces." In the spring of 1850 father sold his property and decided to go to Iowa.

Shortly before the time of starting, my little sister and baby brother took the scarlet fever and, ere long, they were both laid in the old graveyard.

Heart-broken as my parents were, they did not give up the long, lonely journey.

Father bought a farm in Iowa, and built a log house on it, intending to become a farmer.

He and mother united with the nearest church, at Long Grove, sixteen miles distant.