{No Turning Back-part XXII}
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| Snake River |
September 7th, 1847 a little past Bonneville Point
With the days of moving being longer, I find it hard to pick up my pencil and write in this journal at night. Seems every night after supper Miriam and Andy fall asleep by the fire.
Just before dusk tonight we came to Bonneville Point. From here you can see the Snake River Valley. It sure looked nice in the golden and pink glow of the sunset.
September 10th, 1847
Joel started sitting up again yesterday. He's ready to get back to drivin' the wagon, but I'm feared the wounds on his shoulders will break open again.
The days are still warm, which is good. Pa calls them indian summer days, when summer lasts until fall. He says we all need to pray they last.
September 11th, 1847
We reached Fort Boise today around nooning, but we stayed only long enough to get what we needed before moving on. Some people complained, but I think most everyone realizes the hurry we're in. It's like we're in a race with the weather- we have to make it to the mountains before the snow.
September 12th, 1847 Malheur River
A little before nooning today we came to East Cow Meadow. Don't know why it's called that cause there's no cows, but there was plenty of dried grasses. We cut some and baled it as best as we could for the oxen.
We'll cross the Malheur River first thing in the morning. Tonight Clint and I took a walk by the river with Miriam and Missy. We all laughed and sang as we went, and had a good time. I reckon the times when we enjoy things are God's way of rewardin' us for all the hard days we put in.
September 13th, 1847
If there is one thing I've learned on this trail it's to be thankful. You never know what'll happen.
Today a little boy was run over by a wagon. He died right away. His ma won't stop wailing. I hear her now.
I think about it and realize how blessed I really am. I almost lost Andy to quicksand and cholera, Missy to snakebite, and Joel to bear wounds. Miriam's lost her whole family, and so has Clint, though not on this trail. I even almost died myself.
Life is too short not to thank the Lord.
September 14th, 1847
Another thing to be thankful for, Joel's back at driving. Now I can walk with Viola again. Westly seems to be so much bigger already. Feel like I ain't held him in years. His eyes are chocolate brown, and he's been tryin' to smile.
We left the Snake River today.
With the days of moving being longer, I find it hard to pick up my pencil and write in this journal at night. Seems every night after supper Miriam and Andy fall asleep by the fire.
Just before dusk tonight we came to Bonneville Point. From here you can see the Snake River Valley. It sure looked nice in the golden and pink glow of the sunset.
September 10th, 1847
Joel started sitting up again yesterday. He's ready to get back to drivin' the wagon, but I'm feared the wounds on his shoulders will break open again.
The days are still warm, which is good. Pa calls them indian summer days, when summer lasts until fall. He says we all need to pray they last.
September 11th, 1847
We reached Fort Boise today around nooning, but we stayed only long enough to get what we needed before moving on. Some people complained, but I think most everyone realizes the hurry we're in. It's like we're in a race with the weather- we have to make it to the mountains before the snow.
September 12th, 1847 Malheur River
A little before nooning today we came to East Cow Meadow. Don't know why it's called that cause there's no cows, but there was plenty of dried grasses. We cut some and baled it as best as we could for the oxen.
We'll cross the Malheur River first thing in the morning. Tonight Clint and I took a walk by the river with Miriam and Missy. We all laughed and sang as we went, and had a good time. I reckon the times when we enjoy things are God's way of rewardin' us for all the hard days we put in.
September 13th, 1847
If there is one thing I've learned on this trail it's to be thankful. You never know what'll happen.
Today a little boy was run over by a wagon. He died right away. His ma won't stop wailing. I hear her now.
I think about it and realize how blessed I really am. I almost lost Andy to quicksand and cholera, Missy to snakebite, and Joel to bear wounds. Miriam's lost her whole family, and so has Clint, though not on this trail. I even almost died myself.
Life is too short not to thank the Lord.
September 14th, 1847
Another thing to be thankful for, Joel's back at driving. Now I can walk with Viola again. Westly seems to be so much bigger already. Feel like I ain't held him in years. His eyes are chocolate brown, and he's been tryin' to smile.
We left the Snake River today.
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