pg 18 Thence they proceeded to Toledo by a steamboat on Lake Erie, and they had a great deal to suffer for nearly thirty-six hours. On their arrival at Miami, a short distance from Buffalo, they were greatly embarrassed, as none of them spoke any English; it was harder for them to understand than to make themselves understood. From Miami, they went on to Providence, where the steamer ended its trip, and they had to hire two carriages for themselves and their baggage in order to reach the Miami canal, which was not finished that far. It was especially during this portion of the journey, which lasted two days, that they had occasion to remember the care that heaven took of them. The roads were terrible amongst those forests, whose centenarian trees were sometimes thrown across the way, so that the drivers were often obliged to make a new path. Every turn of the wheel in those sloughs and ditches appeared to them as a new evidence of protection from on high, and called forth new expressions of gratitude. Finally, they reached Junction, and then Fort Wayne, the first Catholic station in the diocese of Vincennes. There they visited the good Mr. Hammion, whom they found dying. He was a saintly missionary: God grant that he may have already received his reward.