. . . My sister Lanie (Johanne Helene), five years old, and I, with my uncle and his wife and some others, left Denmark sometime in December 1853, and left Liverpool on New Year's Day, 1854.

I was very well (except for an attack of dysentery caused by eating too many prunes--the only thing that was palatable at my command, other food entirely unfit to eat) during the voyage, but helped those who felt worse than I did. We landed in New Orleans in February 1854, and soon traveled up the river toward St. Louis. The cholera broke out and a great many died. I helped wait on the sick and dying, and to prepare the dead for burial. We couldn't always get boxes in which to bury the dead and many were merely wrapped in sheets and put under the ground. That was a very sad, terrible time for us all. Our family was one of the very few not suffering with the disease. We reached St. Louis about April 1, 1854. A great many died there also. . . . [p.272]

BIB: Dalley, Johanne Bolette, Autobiography, An Enduring Legacy, vol. 4 (Salt Lake City: Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 1981) p. 272. (CHL)
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