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`` Must make a very pleasant little walk down to the post-office when you want to mail a letter , '' said Jack , after we got back to the wagon -- `` eighty-five miles . And think of getting there , and finding that you had left the letter on the hall table , and having to go back ! '' We were off again the next morning , as usual . At noon we stopped at Mitchell Creek , where we found another family , including a little girl five or six years old , who carried her doll in a shawl on her back , as she had seen the Indian women carry their babies . We had intended to reach Plum Creek for the night , but got on slower than we expected , owing partly to a strong head-wind , so darkness overtook us at Frozen Man 's Creek . `` Not a very promising name for a November camping-place , '' said Jack , `` but I guess we 'll have to stop . I do n't believe it 's cold enough to freeze anybody to-night . ''