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torn page -aig our guide & most of the party started ahead of us. my weak torn page -te making the work of packing & moving tedious Mr Philips assisted me on my mule , & I finally started, but after proceeding some distance the advanced party had turned off & I lost the trail & took another route, & in the meantime my little sorrel mule which I was driving before me, took the idea that she would go back to our camp to look for her lost companions. no argument I could advance had the least effect. I would plant myself in her way & try to drive her back - but she would jump fallen trees dogedly? around bushes & plunge through sloughs = & so we raced it through the woods until we were all exhausted/ Mr Philips fortunately appeared in sight & we both managed to capture her & by my leading her & the application of a whip, by Mr Philips, we prevailed over her obstinacy. we saw some little lakes to the left of us among the hills. the water looked dark as though they were deep & clear. our road worse if anything than usual up hill & down over rocks where emigrants had to let down their waggons with ropes, passed women & children on foot = travelled until night = & had about concluded we should have to camp in the forest without grass for our mules, when came to a small opening & found some emigrants encamped but without water = I had eat nothing since morning = & I was compelled to nibble a mouthful or two from a peice of dry hard bread, in the night Mr Philips came to me with some water he had procured = passed a very uncomfortable night the Dysentery still reducing my strength & in addition one of my knees was much swoolen & painful = 22nd in the morning Mr Craig rode into camp = saying he "had tired his mule nearly out to catch us, he said,, we had travel