From Chap. 35, Mich. Terr., 1826

In late November 1826 I wrote the following in my journal:

We now look toward Grand River and we do it with dread. Wagons have never gone that way before, and the narrow path we have to travel is hidden under six inches of snow. No food will be available for our horses on the hundred-mile journey, probably none for ourselves, except what we carry with us. Baby Isaac has been for more than a month severely afflicted with sickness. All things considered, we really fear to set out, but the Ottawas are expecting us and must not be disappointed.