After leaving Rock Creek, we had to follow the Platte River and travel the rest of the way to Fort Kearney. I felt a cold gust of wind coming from the North and little droplets of water slowly fell down. The wagon had no damage until the rain fell harder and harder. Our only wagon cover was soaking wet and water was dripping down into the wagon ruining all of our belongings. A very strong wind blew towards our direction and slightly tilted all of our wagons. The rain fell harder and harder. I heard the sound of rocks hitting glass and instantly knew that it was hail. The oxen were getting hit so we covered them with large saddles. The storm slowly started to calm. There were cracks in the wagon from the wood getting too wet but Marvin