Diary of Rev. George Gary — III 277 lower and by some means getting into the current and found their watery graves. Our present company con- sists of D. Leslie, Mr. Hatch, 7 Miss Phillips, Mrs. Gary, myself and a crew of three, two colored persons and Mr. Chapman. 8 After a hard effort, our crew reached the Butte. There we expect wagons to meet us ; one is here, we must wait for the other. We pass somewhat comfort- able under the boughs of a fir tree, a rainy night, spread our umbrella over our head so that the drops of rain which get through our leaky roof do not fall on our faces ; here we enjoy sweet and refreshing sleep ; find our bed- ding and wearing apparel wet some as we wake and enter upon the scenes of the morning; but few in the states know how little they can do with. Surely man needs but little. Tuesday, 25. We stir early; prepare and eat break- fast. In a little while the other wagon comes; we pick up and load up and start off. Mr. Raymond 9 takes in his wagon Miss Phillips and part of our plunder (as the westerners call it). Mr. Leslie takes the remainder of the baggage, Mrs. Gary and myself, and we are soon off. But not quite so soon neither, for one of Bro. Leslie's horses baulks, but a free use of the whip makes him go and on we go and so we go over the delightful prairies. Our balky horse is dull and lazy ; our driver, Bro. Leslie, has a diligent and hard days work to whip him along. While passing over a large prairie two deer pass in full view and at full speed. On our route, the wagon breaks but as necessity is the mother of invention, we contrive to repair our broken vehicle, and after perhaps an hour's delay, we are under way again, and finally reach Bro. Leslie's at about four o'clock. So we are now at the parsonage, a pleasant place. Commence boarding at D. Leslie's. 7 Peter H. Hatch. 8 William Chapman. 9 W. W. Raymond.
