Feb. 8th 1781
Hola. We have been on this long hard trip a long time. Today Maria`'s brother died. My brother is in terrible pain, but, The Elder Senora`, Senora Malita says he will be alright. Maria hasn't been seen since the news came to me and her when we were playing in the wagon circle. She ran fast to see him, but, it was too late. Her mother was seen by Senora` Malita and she said she was crying as hard as any amgio could cry. I feel sorry for her and her family, especially Maria`'s Papa`. Pompo was his only son. He will never be the same, I fear. Today some of our mules escaped. We used to have four but now we have 2. I don't know what will happen if they get loose. Our wagon will break, I fear. Mama`'s loaded so much furniture. I will let you know what happens tomorrow, if possible. I don't know. Mama` may have me help her.
Until next time,