23 May 1845: A Clamor in the Night

The pots and pans made a horrible clamor in the middle of the night. Uncle Luke got up to see what it was, and it turned out to be a deer who had wandered into our camp. 

Aunt Marie was consternated. She said if we are to be awakened every night by some curious creature happening onto our path, then it would become a nuisance. I must say that I quite agree with her. 

Papa said that he and Mr. Pembrook would work on a solution. 

It rained a little last evening, and we had to cross many small creeks today. Uncle Luke’s wagon became stuck in one. It took about an hour to dig it out of the mud.

We traveled only 6 miles today.

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