we were all very tired and sleepy and let the angels be our guard during the night." Rains fell in torrents, making streams almost impassable and drenching the little band to the skin.
The hammock was empty one night, for they had to spend the dark hours trench-digging about their tent to keep it from being washed away.

Two days later (the 10th of November) the weather cleared and "we spent most of the day drying our blankets and mending and darning our stockings." They also bought supplies from settlers who, as Brother Grube observed without irony, "are glad we have to remain here so long and that it means money for them.

In the afternoon we held a little Lovefeast and rested our souls in the loving sacrifice of Jesus, wishing for beloved Brethren in Bethlehem and that they and we might live ever close to Him....

Nov.

16.
We rose early to ford the river.