June 24, Friday--We start on with an intention og stopping when we came to better grass if it should hurt Betsy too bad to drive. Afer trying it she concludes that we can drive on. We pass the upper and last ferry on Platte, where the emigration all travel the same road as fas as S. Pass. Came 14 miles. Camp a mile from river, with no fuel but sage and a scant of grass. Road thronged with emigrants before and behind us all day. Directly after stopping the two Johns go out to kill some game. About sunset they come in with a young antelope. Get a good mess of milk from the drovers. Betsey gets some better.

June 25, Saturday--After breakfast on atelope veal, we resume our journey. The road forked near our camping place. The new fork leaves the river and is destitute of any but poison water for 20 miles. The other continues up the Platte for 10 miles. We take the old road and when we came to the place of our final departure we water the mules, fill our cans, and took leave of our old friend and took up over the hills. We had a rough road for a few miles, but at length it became more even and level and spread out to considerable distance between the peaks and left plenty of space for the road to pass between. At length we arrived at the Willow Springs, where the road comes together again and where we had intended camping. It has been a noted camping place on account of the water, fules, and grass. But we found the grass all pastured out, the willows all consumed, and trams and people enough there to use the water about as fast as it came from its fountain. So we watered and continued on our course, with an intention of finding grass if no other accommodation. We ascended Prospect Hill, which commenced at Willow Springs. When we arrived at the summit, about 1 1/2 miles, the country opens on a level plain for several miles and then another rage of high peaks and ridges present themselves. Toward evening the wind arose and blew quite a gale. We whirled the wagons around to stand endwise to the wind, when the rain began to fall in torrents. But the wind soon subsided, the rains ceased and we had quite a pleasant evening. By prospecting a little we found prtty good grass and having some water in our cans and the mules having been watered at Willow Springs, we concude to encamp, having plenty of sage for fuel. In the vicinity of Willow Springs there were many dead cattle and horses, which I suppose had drank too freely of the alkali lakes along the road. A sad accident happened today to a man near us. He was pulling his revolver out from the wagon, which had been stowed aeay among other things, and it got hitched and sprung the lock, discharged and nearly ruined one arm. Betsey is some better, but is yet very bad. Came 22 miles.

June 26, Sabbath--Not having accommodations here, we start on this morning. Country about the same for some miles, the soil a light gray, which is a mixture of gravel, sand and clay. Cross several beautiful streams which were fed by springs.At length we descend into a valley, and soon arrive at Sweetwater, a branch of the Platte. Found a great concourse of emigrants there. We continue up the river and pass Independence Rock which is a ... great curiousity. Its form is an oblong cone, lying NE and SW. Its SW end reaches near to the river. It is perfectly bare of vegetation and is probably 100 feet high and very steep. Betsy is very sick this pm. Came 19 miles.

June 27, Monday--Very windy last night, so that we were apprehensive for our safety and the wind continues all day from NW. It spit some snow, sleet and rain. Cold as January. Lay by today on account of Betsey's illness, who is yet very bad. We suffer much with the cold today. We have no fuel but sage to make fire, and that rather scarce at this place. The road is filled with emigrants and droves passing us by. This country, they say, is claimed by the Crow Indians. We have not seem many yet and what few we have are friendly and sociable.

June 28, Tuesday--We start this morning and cross the ford of Sweetwater, with an intention of stopping as soon as we could find better accommodations for camping, provided that Betsey could not bear the jolting. The road being generally good and smooth today, that she did not complain much and we continued on till regular camping tine, driving rather slow. Croass two or three handsome streams, falling into Sweetwater. Close by and a little above the Devil's Gate is a little cluster of cabins, occupied, I suppose, by the Mormons as a trading depot. The likewise have a ferry on Platte. Met a train of mule packers from California. They say provision is cheap and plenty in California and the miners have done well. Passed many Indian wigwams which were erected near the Mormon establishment. Made 14 miles. The California train say they met the first emigration at Salt Lake, which is 250 miles from us.

June 29, Wednesday--This morning, and even the whole day, cold and windy. We all wear our wnter clothing and suffer with cold at that. Betsey is considerable better today, and bore the jolting very well. The road has generally been smooth today, excepting two or three short and steep junctures. /Came part of the day through heavy sand. Saw many dead cattle and several graves which we have noticed almost every day for many miles. We continue all day, near the Sweetwater and cme several times to its banks. We took supplies from it and also watered the mules. It is the best water the country affords. Almost all other is considered poisonous. Came 24 miles. Grass very sacrce anywhere near the roads, being consumed by the numerous herds of cattle that pass through.