A trip to California in 1853 : $b Recollections of a gold seeking trip by ox train across the plains and mountains by an old Illinois pioneerBailey, Washington
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A trip to California in 1853 : $b Recollections of a gold seeking trip by ox train across the plains and mountains by an old Illinois pioneer
Bailey, Washington
Overland journeys to the Pacific
Perhaps one of the most interesting things I saw while traveling through
the Bear River country in southern Utah, was a lava bed, about fifty or
sixty feet high and I judge about two hundred feet wide at the base. At
the crest, the lava was bubbling out as clear as water and running down
the side of the mound, it would cool and turn into rock, forming a rocky
mound. I saw three such mounds of lava or rock, which had been formed
this way. The soil in the Bear River bottom was rich, black soil, and I
thought what a pity it was that it should be covered with these mounds
of lava.
There was a grave at the foot of this mound with a head board, on which
we were informed that the deceased had drunk of the lava water and had
died in a few minutes and that the water was poison.
We came across what was called Soda Springs and the water was as fine as
any I had ever drank, and it came out of the ground foaming, a veritable
natural soda water fountain. We also saw the Steam Boat Springs, which
gushed from a hole in the basin of rock. The water was boiling hot and
it bubbled and sizzled like boiling water on a stove. It would boil for
a short time and then the steam would shoot up about fifteen feet high.
Below this spring and near the river, was a strip of rocks about twenty
feet wide, that seemed to be in motion with heat. The water in the river
was so hot we could not hold our hands in it for two or three rods along
the banks.
Down the river and off to one side, we came to Bear Rock. This rock was
cut up with great crevices and if a man or beast had fallen into one of
them, they would have disappeared from view in the bowels of the earth.
I threw a rock into one of them and heard it rattling down into the
depths until the sound gradually died away in what appeared to be
bottomless. This serrated rock appeared to be about three miles across
and it was the most dangerous place we had encountered. It had to be
crossed as it was the path of the trail. A road had been made by wedging
rock in the crevices and by means of picks, the way had been smoothed
down so we were able to get across without serious accident.
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