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June 23, 1852

Ethan has been mad with worry for the whole wagon ride so far. Not that I blame him; I am extremely worried for Yenn as well. What could cause him to need us to suddenly leave as he did? And with no explanation, at that. Ethan is completely restless. I am positive that, had we had the space, he would be furiously pacing back and forth.
He just went completely still. He doesn’t look too good….
Ethan got sick. He threw up on the side of the road. I have been taking care of him since he evidently cannot himself, however he is experiencing heat at a quite terrible level. I had stopped the carriage and taken out the first aid kit, using the supplies provided to attempt to bring his raging fever down.  

This is but one of the many instances that could occur when traveling in such circumstances as we - a wagon pulled by horses on such a disastrous road, not created smooth, but instead filled with bumps and bends. I have faith that Ethan shall get better soon…


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