The quarterly of the Oregon Historical Society, Vol. 1, No. 4, December, 1900Oregon Historical Society
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The quarterly of the Oregon Historical Society, Vol. 1, No. 4, December, 1900
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may be a day’s travel away; and though the evening air is a better
conductor of sound, on the high plain during the day the report of the
loudest rifle sounds little louder than the bursting of a cap; and while
the report can be heard but a few hundred yards, the smoke of the
discharge may be seen for miles. So extended is the view from the bluff
on which the hunters stand, that the broad river glowing under the
morning sun like a sheet of silver, and the broader emerald valley that
borders it, stretch away in the distance until they narrow at almost two
points in the horizon, and when first seen, the vast pile of the Wind
River Mountains though hundreds of miles away, looks clear and distinct
as a white cottage on the plain.
[Illustration:
18.—“STEAMBOAT SPRING” ON THE BANKS OF THE BEAR RIVER.
]
We are full six miles away from the line of march; though everything is
dwarfed by distance, it is seen distinctly. The caravan has been about
two hours in motion and is now as widely extended as a prudent regard
for safety will permit. First, near the bank of the shining river is a
company of horsemen; they seem to have found an obstruction, for the
main body has halted while three or four ride rapidly along the bank of
the creek or slough. They are hunting a favorable crossing for the
wagons; while we look they have succeeded; it has apparently required no
work to make it passable, for all but one of the party have passed on,
and he has raised a flag, no doubt a signal to the wagons to steer their
course to where he stands. The leading teamster sees him, though he is
yet two miles off, and steers his course directly towards him, all the
wagons following in his track. They (the wagons) form a line
three-quarters of a mile in length; some of the teamsters ride upon the
front of their wagons, some march beside their teams; scattered along
the line companies of women are taking exercise on foot; they gather
bouquets of rare and beautiful flowers that line the way; near them
stalks a stately greyhound, or an Irish wolf dog, apparently proud of
keeping watch and ward over his master’s wife and children. Next comes a
band of horses; two or three men or boys follow them, the docile and
sagacious animals scarce needing this attention, for they have learned
to follow in the rear of the wagons, and know that at noon they will be
allowed to graze and rest. Their knowledge of time seems as accurate as
of the place they are to occupy in the line, and even a full-blown
thistle will scarce tempt them to straggle or halt until the dinner hour
has arrived. Not so with the large herd of horned beasts that bring up
the rear; lazy, selfish and unsocial, it has been a task to get them in
motion, the strong always ready to domineer over the weak, halt in the
front and forbid the weak to pass them. They seem to move only in the
fear of the driver’s whip; though in the morning, full to repletion,
they have not been driven an hour before their hunger and thirst seem to
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