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Father Winter
Friday, November 13, snow was still falling, the ground was unfrozen, and their route was most of the way through the forest, without a road or bridge, and almost destitute of inhabitants. She was without money or provisions, and almost without clothes, among strangers; and she felt compelled to go on, whatever the outcome might be. They mounted their horses, which, as well as themselves, were very stiff. She says the snow was by that time nearly two feet deep, and the ground very soft, which made it almost impossible to shun the worst places. Judge Pendergrass kindly sent his colored man a few miles to pilot them to the next house, Mr. Evans being wholly unacquainted with the route.
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