CHAPTER VI. 
ILLS OF PIONEER LIFE. 
June 1st .—The weather is as cold as that of an October morning 
in New England. The stove having been removed into the kitchen, 
as soon as the roof was on, we ate our breakfasts in a cold dining¬ 
room, with large shawls and cloaks drawn around us. The wind 
was rising, and, as we attempted to accomplish necessary work by 
the stove, we found it almost impossible to keep any heat in it. 
We attempted to nail up buffalo-robes to break the wind, but they 
came down as fast as we could put them up. Some gentlemen, on 
the hill beyond us, new comers, looking upon the beauty of the 
country, seeing our efforts, came to our assistance; but their 
labors in curbing the wind were as futile as ours, and we only 
had the exercise and sport of seeing our plans fail. We were 
kept awake a long time, last night, by the barking of the wolves. 
They make a shrill, quick bark, and, when a number are together, 
the sound is deafening. They are harmless, however, always run¬ 
ning from man. The most trouble they give us is in eating off 
the ropes with which we picquet out the horses at night. They 
eat them so smoothly as to look like being cut with a knife, and 
what we have occasionally thought must be charged upon emi¬ 
grants camping in the valley, in want of a rope, we find is wholly 
owing to the sharp teeth of the cayotes. Doctor returned yester¬ 
day from his tour west. Dr. P. heard of the death of his brother- 
in-law a few miles from here. 
2d. — The first communion Sabbath since I have been here. 
As the table is spread, and the few members gather around, the 
promise of the Savnur, “ where two or three are gathered together 
in my name, there will I be in the midst of them,” seems pecu- 
