John Brown the Hero: Personal ReminiscencesWinkley, J. W. (Jonathan Wingate)
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John Brown the Hero: Personal Reminiscences
Winkley, J. W. (Jonathan Wingate)
Brown, John, 1800-1859
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Hazardous Journeys
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Such were some of the hazards of travel at that time, when the new
territory was indeed "bleeding Kansas."
Journeys, nevertheless, had to be made, and long ones, and many of them
from sheer necessity. We were obliged to buy in a distant market all
the food we ate, with all other necessaries of life. Shipment of goods
must be made by ox-teams—the use of horses being out of the question,
for the reasons mentioned; and the ox-team was rather a slow means of
transportation. Some ten days were necessary to make the journey from
our settlement to the nearest good market, Kansas City, and return.
There was another matter we had to consider. The journeys were
hazardous to men as well as to horses. Men were valuable and scarce.
Not more than two at most were ever allowed to go on these dangerous
errands, and usually one only.
It is not strange, as will readily be understood, that the boy who
could "find his way" was for that reason chosen to make these trips,
and he generally went alone. Another reason for this choice was that
the settlers would not run the risk of sacrificing their mature, strong
male members in this service, could it be avoided. This youth—because
a youth, with no one, wife or children, dependent upon him—would
not be so great a loss to the community if capture, imprisonment, or
death befell him! He was, however, inspired by, and felt not a little
pride because of, the confidence reposed in his ability to perform the
difficult and dangerous task assigned him.
Quite a number of these trips I made alone, and in not one did I
lose my way. On one occasion the guiding faculty was put to a severe
test. At the end of a day's travel the oxen were freed as usual from
the wagon for two or three hours, in order that they might graze.
Meanwhile, strict watch of them was necessary, lest they should wander
away. That night, through much exhaustion and lack of rest, it was
my misfortune to fall asleep. When I awoke, long past midnight, the
cattle were gone. The full moon shone brightly overhead, lighting up
the horizon far away on all sides; but, far and wide as the eye could
reach, no sight or sign of the animals was visible on that prairie
ocean.
A serious state of things this appeared to be, at first thought,
and it awakened serious apprehensions. Far from home, I was left
with my valuables on the prairie, bereft of all means of taking them
to their destination. But upon second thought, often the better, I
calmly fell back, for rescue, on my humble psychic faculty. Humble and
inconsequential I had held it, but, if it served me true this time, it
never again should be lightly valued.
It proved as true as the needle to the pole.
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