Sunday, June, 5th. A beautiful day, except the wind blows quite hard from ahead. Came over some very heavy sandy roads. It would seem more like the holy sabbath could we lay by and rest, but this is impossible to-day for we have no wood. To lay by on Sunday is a thing scarcely thought of on the plain. Every one is already tired of the trip and hasten on to the end for provisions are getting out. Reached Ash Hollow at sunset and found no grass. Drove 22 miles today.