February 1, 1836

The wagon bounces around. Sometimes it gives me motion sickness. Sometimes the bouncing keeps me awake. Sometimes the bouncing lulls me to sleep.

My stowaway friends and I remain hidden and quiet so that we are not detected and thrown off the wagon. We groom each other and tumble about quietly.

Today we reached Monclova.

Continue with Pedro on the trail.

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