Across the Plains to California in 1852: Journal of Mrs. Lodisa FrizzellFrizell, Lodisa
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Across the Plains to California in 1852: Journal of Mrs. Lodisa Frizzell
Frizell, Lodisa
Overland journeys to the Pacific
We now turned to the right, & commenced ascending the black hills,[58]
the scenery is wild & magnifficent, the contrast was delightful, we
encamped in a most romantic spot, where not far distant a fine spring of
cold water rushed out of the mountain; this was refreshing, and our
cattle climed [_sic_] the hills to feed upon the rich seeded grasses
which grow in bunches on their sides. The ground is covered with the
richest profusion, & variety of flowers, but all were strange to me,
except the wild rose which was the only one which was sweet sented.
[June 12--60th day] The roads here are smooth & excellent, but hilly, &
in some places very steep, it is so hard that it is bad on the cattles
feet, & waggons. Passed where they were diging a grave for a woman, who
had died that morning, leaving a husband & 2 small children. She rests
in a lovely spot, in sight, & opposite Laramie Peak, & surrounded with
hills. Came to a good spring of water, & encamped quite early. Two of
our men went out hunting, & succeeded in killing an antelope, & a
mountain hare; we soon took their jackets off, & another such a
broiling, boiling & roasting you never saw, there being more than our
company wanted, we let our nearest neighbors have 2 quarters. we staid
here until the next day noon, it being sunday. [June 13.--61st day] We
drove about 10 ms. & encamped in the midst of volcanic hills, no water,
not much grass, the soil is thin, the ground is covered with cactus, or
prickley pear, the blossom of which is very beautiful of different
colors, some pink, some yellow & some red. Here the earth has felt a
shock at no very distant period, & by a convulsive throe, these enormous
piles of volcanic rocks were upheaved; I went out and climbed upon the
top of one of these mountains of red stone sat down, & looked with
wonder about, & thought of the dreadful scene which it must have once
presented. Then came the question, what has caused the earth to be to
its center shook? Sin! the very rocks seemed to reverberate, Sin has
caused them to be upheaved that they may be eternal monuments of the
curse & fall of man; viewing these symbols of divine wrath, I felt
humbled; I took a small stone & wrote upon a flat rock beside me,
Remember me in mercy O lord. I shall never forget this wild scene, & my
thoughts & reflections there.
[Illustration: _Indian mode of disposing of their dead_]
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