Snow, Eunice Billings, "Sketches from the Life of Eunice Billings Snow," Woman's Exponent, Mid-winter Number, 1912, 47-48.
One time there was a stampede of our cattle, as they were corralled within our wagons, and bursting over the wagons and demolishing some of them, they killed a small child. Such were some of the sad events of our journey. We would see herd after herd of buffalo, crossing our path, and coming quite close to our wagons. In fording the streams, we sometimes had difficulty, but never any serious mishap. Often it would take our party a whole day to cross a river, since the return would have to be made to help the others over. In several instances, my mother acting as midwife, delivered women in confinement, and there was no interruption to our journey, since mothers and babes continued the trip right along with us.
But oh! the joy and pleasure I shall never forget when we reached a hill, from the summit of which we caught our first view of the Salt Lake valley, the promised land. When we reached the valley, the teams were halted, and the people all took up the shout of hosannah, which was repeated three times.