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They always had to be chained up to a tree when any Indians were passing. The brothers brought a wagon with them, which they put together at Detroit and loaded up with their chests of bedding, clothing, etc., their wives and children on top, and started for Saline or Lodi, as there they had a cousin, Arba Hurd, and family, who came on the spring previous. The men walked most of the way, as the roads were nearly impassible, often having to unload the live stock and pry the wagon out of the mud-holes, the handspikes laying quite thick along the way where other teamsters had used them. But they kept up good courage, making their cheerful comments on the little log huts that began to appear on either side, and especially the women had plenty of time during that long, slow ride to make a great many calculations for the future, which of course were not all realized. In due time we -arrived at Mr. Hurd's house, which, I think, was in Pittsfield—not Lodi, as I said before.
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