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Father Winter
The roads were now mud roads par excellence; and on the 27th they made but fourteen miles'" progress. Once the wagon got so deep in the mud that, they had to get help to extricate it. They spent. that night with a hospitable, but very poor, family, and as dirty as they were poor. The next day the roads were so bad they were obliged frequently to stop to let the horses take breath. They passed several parties of Indians by the roadside, cooking their food or bivouacked for the night.
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