Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865 — John Shaqi
Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865Herndon, Sarah Raymond
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Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865
Herndon, Sarah Raymond
Overland journeys to the Pacific; West (U.S.) -- Description and travel
“I do not like for you and mother to go there, for it will be rough
living I expect, but I intend to go as soon as you are settled
somewhere near Mr. Kerfoot’s folks.”
“Just listen to the boy. Mother come here for five minutes, do. What do
you think this boy is saying? That he is going to Montana when we are
settled in California, or some other place.”
“Well, if he is going to Montana, we are going, too. How many women are
on their way there in these trains? I reckon it will not be any worse
for us than it will be for them.”
“All right, if you are both willing to go to Montana, we will change
our plans accordingly. It is not as far as California.”
And I know he is glad. So it was settled then and there that Montana
will be our destination.
* * * * *
Sunday, June 18.
We started very early this morning, as soon as light, about four
o’clock. I think the most of the women were yet in bed. It was a
glorious morning, and I did so enjoy my early ride on Dick. We had not
been on the road very long when Frank joined me. I told him, “We had
decided to go to Montana.”
He was silent a moment, then said, “It is the place to go. I do hope we
can persuade Uncle Ezra to go there, too.”
“I hope he will decide to go with us, for it would be hard to part with
all of you now. It would seem almost like leaving home again.”
We halted at nine o’clock, had breakfast at ten, started again at
twelve. Stopped again at four, and are camping on Fremont’s Slough.
* * * * *
Monday, June 19.
We passed two graves this morning that have been made within a month.
The first a man who shot himself accidentally three weeks ago. The
other a woman, forty years old, who died one month ago to-day. As I
stood beside the lonely graves, I thought of the tears that had been
shed, the prayers that had been uttered, the desolation of heart that
had been endured by those who had been obliged to go on and leave their
loved ones here in this wilderness. How my heart ached for them. My
heart went out in thanksgiving and praise to our Heavenly Father that
there has been no serious sickness in all these trains with so many
people. It is marvelous.
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