Adobe days : $b being the truthful narrative of the events in the life of a California girl on a sheep ranch and in El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora de Los Angeles while it was yet a small and humble town; together with an account of how three young men from Maine in eighteen hundred and fifty-three drove sheep and cattle across the plains, mountains and deserts from Illinois to the Pacific coast; and the strange prophecy of Admiral Thatcher about San Pedro harborBixby Smith, Sarah
History
Adobe days : $b being the truthful narrative of the events in the life of a California girl on a sheep ranch and in El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora de Los Angeles while it was yet a small and humble town; together with an account of how three young men from Maine in eighteen hundred and fifty-three drove sheep and cattle across the plains, mountains and deserts from Illinois to the Pacific coast; and the strange prophecy of Admiral Thatcher about San Pedro harbor
Bixby Smith, Sarah
Agriculture -- California; Bixby Smith, Sarah, 1871-1935 -- Childhood and youth; Ethnic groups -- California; Frontier and pioneer life -- California -- Los Angeles; Los Angeles (Calif.) -- Biography; Los Angeles (Calif.) -- History; Mines and mineral resources -- California; Real estate development
They visited at home for five weeks. “We talked,” says Dr. Flint,
“until our vocal chords could stand the strain no longer and were glad
to start west.”
CHAPTER V DRIVING SHEEP ACROSS THE PLAINS
On March 8, 1852, the cousins began the long return journey by rail,
horseback, emigrant wagon and foot that ended just ten months later
at San Gabriel, in Southern California. Dr. Flint, at the end of his
diary, sums up the distances as follows:
“Today closes the year 1853, and one year from the time we left San
Francisco on the steamship Northerner; in which time we have traveled
by steamship 5,344 miles. By railroad 2,144 miles. I have, by steamboat
on Mississippi and Missouri Rivers, 1,074 miles. On horseback and on
foot 2,131 miles, making a total of 10,693 on a direct line between
points reached.”
This diary is said to have especial historical value because the author
put down daily specific facts of cost, distance and conditions of
travel. Many accounts of the overland trip are but memories.
As I have read the journal I have been impressed with the idea that
while it took vision, health and character on the part of the young
pioneers to accomplish their object, the burdens came only day by day
and would not be refused by the vigorous young grandsons whom I know
now, were the same rewards offered for enterprise and endurance.
The railroad journey from Boston to Terre Haute, the western terminus
of the road, was a very different one from that of today, taking then a
week instead of a few hours.
They went down from Anson and Norridgewock to Boston where they
exchanged their “money at Suffolk Bank for their bills, as they were
good anywhere West, and none others were.”
Leaving Boston at 8 A.M., an all day ride took them to Albany, where
they spent the night at the Delavan House. They went on early the
next morning to Buffalo, which was reached at 11 P.M. Here they “put
up at the Clarendon House. Tired. Sleepy.” At eleven in the forenoon
they left for Cincinnati, reaching Cleveland at 8 P.M., Columbus at 4
A.M., where they changed cars, and arrived at their destination late
at night, after a thirty-six hour ride in day coaches. They rested at
Cincinnati until the next afternoon, when they went over to Dayton
for the purpose of making an early start on the last lap of the
railroading. The entry for March 16 reads:
“Called at 2 o’clock A.M., went aboard cars at 2-1/2. No breakfast,
nor could we get a mouthful until we arrived in Indianapolis, at 2-1/2
o’clock P.M. The R. R. was new, rough and no stations by the way.
Arrived in Terre Haute about 5 P.M.”
Here they stopped for a week at the Prairie House. They organized their
firm of Flint, Bixby & Co., in which Benjamin, who had been longer in
California, had four parts to three each for the others. They wrote
letters, bought three horses, fitted saddles to them, and, on March
19th, started west for Paris, Illinois, over “roads as bad as mud can
make them.”
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