"My dormitory, sitting-room, writing-office, and frequently dining-room, was the buggy in which Sister Markham, her little son David, and I, rode. One of my brother's wives had one of the old-fashioned foot-stoves, which proved very useful. She frequently brought it to me, filled with live coals from one of those mammoth fires--a kindness which I remember with gratitude; but withal, I frosted my feet enough to occasion inconvenience for weeks afterwards. "When all who designed traveling in one camp, which numbered about five thousand, had crossed the river, the organization of the whole into hundreds, fifties, and tens, commenced, and afterwards was completed for the order of traveling; with pioneers, commissaries, and superintendents to each hundred, and captains over fifties and tens. It was impossible for us to move in a body; and one company filed off after another; and, on the first of March we broke camp and moved out four or five miles and put up for the night, where at first view the prospect was dreary enough. It was nearly sunset--very cold, and the ground covered with snow to the depth of four or five inches; but with brave hearts and strong hands, and a supply of spades and shovels, the men removed the snow, and suddenly transformed the bleak desert scene into a living town, with cloth houses, log-heap fires, and a multitude of cheerful inhabitants. The next day, with weather moderated, the remainder of the original camp arrived with the Nauvoo band, and tented on the bluff, which overlooked our cozy dell, and at night stirring strains of music filled the atmosphere, on which they were wafted abroad, and re-echoed on the responsive breezes. "Lo! a mighty host of people, Tented on the western shore Of the noble Mississippi, They, for weeks, were crossing o'er. At the last day's dawn of winter, Bound with frost and wrapped with snow, Hark! the sound is, 'Up, and onward! Camp of Zion, rise and go.' "All, at once, is life and motion-- Trunks and beds and baggage fly; Oxen yoked and horses harnessed-- Tents, rolled up, are passing by. Soon the carriage wheels are rolling Onward to a woodland dell, Where, at sunset, all are quartered-- Camp of Israel, all is well. "Soon the tents are thickly clustered-- Neighboring smokes together blend-- Supper served--the hymns are chanted, And the evening prayers ascend. Last of all, the guards are stationed; Heavens! must guards be serving here? Who would harm the homeless exiles? Camp of Zion, never fear. "Where is freedom? Where is justice? Both have from the nation fled, And the blood of martyred prophets Must be answered on its head. Therefore, 'To your tents, O, Israel,' Like your Father Abram dwell; God will execute his purpose-- Camp of Zion, all is well.