Jedediah’s adventures along with the friends he makes and the lessons he learns, make for the unforgettable story of a brave young boy who sets off to discover a wild, new world.

		June 15, 1845 Made about sixteen miles today. It was a good travel day even though Mr. Henshaw was in a foul mind much of the time ‘cause it’s our turn to be in back. We been rotating which wagons is up front and which behind. Only fair way, the Captain says, so that nobody eats more dust than anybody else. Mr. Henshaw doesn’t see it that way. Far as he’s concerned, anybody else eating dust is better than him. Missus Henshaw and Bekky was at Missus Simpson’s wagon. Missus Henshaw said she was working on repairing a piece of quilt. But I think she needed a piece of quiet. So I got it all. And today it wasn’t just the dust. "Muskeetows!" That’s what was provoking Mr. Henshaw the most. "Drat muskeetows!!" He scratched out the word like it was a nail going across an A-B-C board. I was almost getting to tolerate muskeetows for all the trouble they was giving him. I would never let him know, but I admit they was fierce at the bottoms. They come at you like it was real personal. And they head for a place out of reach. The more Mr. Henshaw swatted, the fiercer they swarmed. When Missus Henshaw come back to make dinner at mid-day, he was hollering, "How can I eat when I been et alive, dang blast it!" I had enough of an appetite, but I was glad we was moving on.