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Father Winter
That night Azubah was actually sick, and Mrs. Winter got very little rest. The child was better in the morning, but Mrs. Winter was hardly able to dress the children, and all of them were so lame that, as the diary says, " they could hardly get up or sit down. " "But, " she writes, "we must go on and not complain; there is no alternative. " It was a day of wind, rain and terrible roads. Mrs. Winter's mare fell three times, from getting her feet entangled among the roots, throwing her and Azubah into the mud and water, and the other poor beast fell several times in the same way. But none of them were seriously hurt. In the afternoon the latter horse gave out entirely.
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