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"My husband is sick. It rains and snows. We start this morning around the falls with our wagons. We have 5 miles to go. I carry my baby and lead, or rather carry another through snow, mud and water, almost to my knees. It is the worst road that a team could possibly travel. I went ahead with my children and I was afraid to look behind me for fear of seeing the wagons turn over into the mud and water...I have not told half what we suffered. I am not adequate to the task. Here was some hundred camped, waiting for boats to come and take them down the Columbia to Vancouver or Portland or Oregon City."
Journal of Elizabeth Smith Geer
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