In the Early Days along the Overland Trail in Nebraska Territory, in 1852Cole, Gilbert L.
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In the Early Days along the Overland Trail in Nebraska Territory, in 1852
Cole, Gilbert L.
Nebraska; Overland journeys to the Pacific
Each day made its own paragraphs and punctuation marks, and how
surprising and unexpected many of them were! Commas would become
semicolons and periods give place to exclamation points, in the most
reckless sort of fashion. The event which had been planned as a period
to a day's doings would often instead become a hyphen, leading into and
connecting us with conditions wholly undreamed of.
To-day as I look back upon the more than fifty intervening years I
realize that the wealth that I gathered from the wayside of each day's
doings has enriched my whole after-life far beyond the nuggets which I
digged from the mines. Nature never does anything half-heartedly. Her
every lesson, picture, and song is an inspirer and enricher to all who
would learn, look, and listen aright.
All of our company, excepting the one who still sleeps in his prairie
bed, eventually reached the "promised land." Captain and Mrs. Wadsworth,
then as before, were noted and esteemed for their noble manhood and
womanhood. The Captain in time was made Marshal of Placerville and did
much for the advancement of its interests. Both he and his wife died
after being in California about seven years. Charley Stewart, the young
man with whom I had the midnight tussle, returned to his home in a few
months, dying shortly thereafter. He had made the trip hoping to benefit
his impaired health, but was disappointed in the result. I kept in touch
with several of the others for some time.
After two years I returned home by way of the Isthmus, when other and
new interests claimed my time and attention, and I would only hear now
and again that one and then another and yet others had left the trail
and passed over the dividing ridge into the land where camps neither
break nor move on.
The story of our trail has of necessity been told in monologue, as only
I of all the number am here to tell it.
The pictures upon memory's walls, a few relics, and a golden band upon
my wife's finger, made into a wedding-ring from gold that I myself had
dug, are the links which unite _these_ days to _those_ days.
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