Sunday the 22nd. Had a very high wind last night. It might be called a hurricane. Blew down all our tents. Had to turn our wagons back to the wind and lock both wheels and run the tongue in the ground to keep the wagon still. Came very near blowing our wagon over. Scattered our cattle in every direction. Next morning we found some kettles and pans that were not lost, and some pans and kettles that were lost we did not find. Some of our clothing was blown about a quarter of a mile from camp. We found all our cattle after considerable searching among other droves. I have seen the lightening and heard it thunder, but never saw any to equal this. The heavens were in a perfect blaze and the thunder rolled from one side to the other, as if it had no rest. Started about eight o’clock, concluded it was best to drive slow and let our company go on. Our cattle are getting poor. Camped about 2 miles from Platte river, near another small company. One of them came to us and asked us if we were traveling alone. He said they had only two wagons and no loose cattle. They had also 4 cows, 3 of them were giving milk, and we could have all the milk we wanted if we would join them. The company consisted of seven men and one woman.