We uns never had ary one where I had my raisin'.

But the childern is gettin' a heap o' stuck up notions these days, an' they jes' set up that we had to have a winder in our new house." The weather was very cold the rest of the way, and father suffered severely from a felon on his hand.

When we reached St.Joseph the Missouri River was frozen, and our teams were the first to cross on the ice.

Father took the teams to the top of the icy banks, and hitched them to the ends of the wagon-tongues by means of long chains.
We traveled all day over unsettled prairie, hoping to reach Mr.
Wymer's house, on Independence Creek.

We reached the place at nine o'clock, but no house; it had been burned.