{No Turning Back-part XVIII}
August 8th, 1847
Viola's having her baby. She started having pains after nooning today. Miss Myrtle is tending to her. I hear her calling. Better go help.
August 9th, 1847
This morning around seven-thirty, Viola had a baby boy. I helped Miss Myrtle the whole time. Seeing a baby being born is the most miraculous thing I've ever seen. Viola and the baby are just fine. He's a strong baby, and he set to caterwaulin' as soon as he came.
They're calling him Westly. I think it's a fitting name, Westly John. Viola said they're naming him that to remember this trail. To remember we always move west.
August 12th, 1847
I've been so tired, I haven't written. Not much's been happening, just the endless walking. I'm getting kinda low on bacon and flour.
August 14th, 1847
The country around here's really pretty-lookin'. I can see the mountains in the distance, a thin shadow.
Viola started walking again today, but only for a little bit. She carried Westly in a basket covered with a thin blanket, to keep him out of the sun. Miriam loves to look at Westly. She even carried him some today. He's a good baby, and sleeps most of the time he's being carried. I reckon the swingin' of the basket is like a cradle rockin'.
August 17th, 1847
Some indians came and traded with our train today. I traded the extra frying pan for a mess of fish and some moccasins for Andy. He's still runnin' around barefoot.
Miriam seems to be opening up more every day. She's turned into a little chatterbox, but every now and then she'll clam up and go cry somewhere. I'm getting real attached to her.
The weather's been dry and somewhat cooler than it was in July. It's only real hot 'round noon.
Viola's having her baby. She started having pains after nooning today. Miss Myrtle is tending to her. I hear her calling. Better go help.
August 9th, 1847
This morning around seven-thirty, Viola had a baby boy. I helped Miss Myrtle the whole time. Seeing a baby being born is the most miraculous thing I've ever seen. Viola and the baby are just fine. He's a strong baby, and he set to caterwaulin' as soon as he came.
They're calling him Westly. I think it's a fitting name, Westly John. Viola said they're naming him that to remember this trail. To remember we always move west.
August 12th, 1847
I've been so tired, I haven't written. Not much's been happening, just the endless walking. I'm getting kinda low on bacon and flour.
August 14th, 1847
The country around here's really pretty-lookin'. I can see the mountains in the distance, a thin shadow.
Viola started walking again today, but only for a little bit. She carried Westly in a basket covered with a thin blanket, to keep him out of the sun. Miriam loves to look at Westly. She even carried him some today. He's a good baby, and sleeps most of the time he's being carried. I reckon the swingin' of the basket is like a cradle rockin'.
August 17th, 1847
Some indians came and traded with our train today. I traded the extra frying pan for a mess of fish and some moccasins for Andy. He's still runnin' around barefoot.
Miriam seems to be opening up more every day. She's turned into a little chatterbox, but every now and then she'll clam up and go cry somewhere. I'm getting real attached to her.
The weather's been dry and somewhat cooler than it was in July. It's only real hot 'round noon.
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