She was given a place on the handcart with an elderly couple, because she was young and strong. With a place arranged for little Hannah then two years old, they
 started on their thirteen hundred mile walk. Oh! the
 faith, the nerve the it took to accomplish such a
fete. However, they were happy though footsore
and weary. The elderly lady had to ride in
the supply wagon most of the way. This left
only two in the team. She must scout for the
wood or buffalo chips and manage the camp
duties after a hard day of toil in the sun.
There could be no special diet for little Hannah
Long days jostled along in the hot sun.
There was the fear of buffalo stampedes or attacks
by the Indians at night. The supply wagons were
 always formed into a corral in which their work
oxen and cows could feed. Many stories she has
told us of the trials and hardships of that summer.
They had to wade the rivers. When they came to
one too deep for the women to wade the men
would have to pull the carts across, and then
 transport the women and girls over on their
backs. At first some of the women would
object to this mode of travel causing delay
and some fun for the others. One of the
main hardships was traveling when the water supply
would give out. A merage ahead of fresh cool water
which they could not reach. When they would finally reach
a water supply the captins would have to force them away