The next day after we left Brainard we had more adventures. The poor taxi man found that the roads were worse as we went along and some of the wheels had to be rebuilt or rather the spokes that the manufacturer had supplied. We got to Pouce Coupe with willow spokes. However, as I was saying, after we left Brainard we had troubles and the mosquitoes were so bad that there was no point of us sitting, so we walked. Took turns carrying the babies and seven miles later the cabs caught us again. We went on then to Borden’s on Swan Lake where we spent another night and had more trouble. But finally, on the evening of the next day, we arrived at Pouce Coupe where we had supper and we all were so relieved. At last, the end of our taxi drive trip. It had been fun, but lasted much too long.
We had expected that our father would meet us at Pouce Coupe, however, he wasn’t there but Mr. Atkins who was then running a store in Rolla, was in Pouce Coupe and he was kind enough to give us a lift to Rolla that evening and from Pouce Coupe Mr. Mounsey took her and her baby home. That was the end of the taxi trip form Grande Prairie which lasted five days.
When we got to Rolla it was quite late in the evening and there wasn’t any way of contacting our father so we spent the night in the hall which was then being used by Mr. and Mrs. Clay as a stopping place. It wasn’t properly partitioned. But blankets were arranged in such a way that beds could be spread when necessary and this particular night it was necessary. Mrs. Clay provided us with food for the next morning and before the day was over Dad arrived and took us out to what is now Lakeview with his team and wagon.