ᎠᏰᎵ ᏧᎾᏦᎯᏍᏗ ᎢᏣ ᎦᏚᏏ ᏫᎦᏅᏅ ᎨᏍᏗ ᏅᏯ ᎬᏗ ᏯᏰᏍᏓᎡ, ᎬᏂᎨ ᏌᏬᏚ ᏄᏍᏛ, ᏗᎦᏆᏙᏗ ᎢᎦᏘ ᏌᏬᏚ ᎨᏒ, ᎦᏚᏏ ᎦᏝᏛ ᎢᏣ ᏩᏂᎶᏍᎬ, ᎠᏤᎯ ᎦᏓᎷᎦᏅ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᏫᏚᏓᏍᏔᏅᏅ ᏓᏆᎴᎳ ᏫᏚᎶᏒ ᏃᎴ ᏐᏈᎵ ᏃᎴ ᏗᏂᎳᏅᏴᎯᏓ ᏭᏂᎶᏒ ᎬᏂᎨᏒ ᎨᏒ ᎠᏰᎵ ᏧᎾᏦᎯᏍᏗ ᎢᏳᏓᏅᎯᏓ.
The unpaved road up the hill to the Capitol was like a winding stream of black mud, such an axle-deep mire that drivers mostly forsook the roadway and set out cross-country directly up the slopes of the hill, which had become cut like new-plowed ground with the parallel tracks of wheels and the cupped prints of horses and mules right to the Capitol steps.