I was wet to my skin in a moment but although one horse fell down we got through safely. An ox team that followed us got stuck, the Indian wading, flogged, the women ditto, in the wagon, bye and bye the oxen up to their backs in water pulled out of the hole and all arrived safely at the camp. The people are building houses and none live in tents. Pigs, horses, chickens, children, men and women, various debris, and not overnice. We enter silently and sit at the back part, a blanket on the ground under our feet.
Wife prepares the meal.
We return and seated on the floor, partake of it. A clean table cloth, roast pork, stewed beef, soup, bread - sit on the left legs. I am awkward. Standing Bear at Mr. T's right, then Susette, then me. Old Smoke came in after we had finished.