The Preacher Train
Mr. J. Rogers, of Cram, Rogers & Co.'s Express, informs us that 30 wagons arrived in Rogue River Valley on Saturday, the 27th ult., principally families from Illinois and Missouri, and on Saturday last, six wagons and about 600 head of beef cattle.
"From Yreka," Shasta Courier, Shasta, California, September 17, 1853, page 2
SISKIYOU.--The following items are from the Mountain Herald of the 10th inst.:
ARRIVAL OF EMIGRANTS IN ROGUE RIVER VALLEY.--Mr. J. Rogers, of Cram, Rogers & Co.'s Express, informs us that 80 wagons arrived in Rogue River Valley on Saturday, the 27th ult., principally families from Illinois and Missouri, and on Saturday last, six wagons and about 600 head of beef cattle.
Sacramento Daily Union, September 19, 1853, page 2
The emigration to California and Oregon the present year is not more than one-third as large as that of last year, while the amount of stock brought across the plains is three times as great.
Mountain Herald, Yreka, September 17, 1853, page 1
FROM THE PLAINS.Mountain Herald, Yreka, September 17, 1853, page 2
We publish the following letter from a friend on the plains, which will not fail to be of interest to many of our readers:
Crossing Humboldt River,DEAR CALE: I sent you a letter some two weeks ago, in which I gave you all the news worth writing at that time. I avail myself of the present opportunity of giving you a brief account of what is now going on in this part of the world.
August 9th, 1853.
I stated to you in my last letter that Maj. Holdman had made treaties with the Humboldt Indians. Several Indians have been in our camp since he passed, and we did not molest them, thinking that perhaps the Major's good talk and presents to them might induce them to let the emigrants alone. But they have commenced stealing again, and within the last eight days they have taken and drove away some 30 head of cattle from emigrants who were camped at this place. Several parties have been out, but could not recover their stock. The Humboldt River is falling rapidly. There have passed up to this date 41,000 head of cattle and horses, 14,000 head of sheep, 1,200 wagons, and 9,000 souls, and some of the packers report two thirds of the emigration behind yet, but my impression is that half have passed.
The stock is in better condition than the first which passed. There will be a large amount of stock lost this year on the plains. There is but little grass for 150 miles on the river this side of the sink. Two thirds of the emigration are traveling on the south side of the river.
There is no sickness among the emigrants yet. I have not seen one new grave on the river. Our old friend Dr. Hearn passed here yesterday. He is going to Sacramento City and from there to Yreka. The Doctor looks well, and says there is no place like California. Nearly all the droves are owned by Californians who are returning with their families to settle permanently in the golden land.
A difficulty arose a few days ago, at Ripple Creek, between a gentleman by the name of Walker and one of his hired men, in which the latter shot Mr. Walker in the abdomen, with an Allen's revolver, which caused his death two days afterwards. The man escaped. Mr. Walker has two brothers, and several other men, with their families and considerable stock, were bound for Rogue River Valley.
I have not heard from Capt. Martin and Mr. Pfouts for three weeks. They are 60 miles below me on this river.
The prices paid for lame stock are high. Owners will not sell at the prices which were paid last year. I will write by the next opportunity.
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In the early history of emigration by land to Oregon and California, the notion became quite popular that the journey could not be performed without traveling every day.
In the spring of 1853 two families of us started across the "Plains" for Oregon, with the intention of making that long, tedious and dangerous journey without traveling on the Sabbath day unless it became absolutely necessary. The sequel shows that the necessity never came, and that the resolution was kept sacred throughout the journey.
My father, a superannuate of the Rock River Conference, and my mother, sister and two brothers composed the first family, and I, a transfer from the same conference to the Oregon Conference, with wife and two babes composed the other.
With a driver for each wagon we had three covered wagons, hauled, each, by four yoke of cattle. Our wagons were light, strong, farm wagons, with watertight beds for ferrying streams. The loads were mostly provisions, beds, tents, and clothing of the most substantial kind for five months, a case of medicines, a kit of tools for doing our own blacksmithing, repairing of wagons, building bridges etc., and also our women and children, and others who were unable to walk. The drivers were expected to walk, or rest occasionally on the front of the wagon or stand upon the wagon tongue in driving across streams and marshy places.
Thus equipped, we drove out from our homes, bidding farewell to kindreds and friends who, weeping, said, "We shall never see you again." Calling at the village church where the people had assembled for a farewell missionary meeting, our outfit attracted universal attention, and called out many curious remarks and criticisms. But, the address delivered, and the heroic spirit of the adventurers made a profound impression in favor of Christian missions.
After the final departure amid the cheers of the multitude, the waving of handkerchiefs, and many a "God bless you," we were soon alone on the highway, except that a few dear ones accompanied us for a day and night. Crossing the Mississippi at Quincy, we found ourselves for the first time in a land where man was not free. Slaves were everywhere. Slave owners, many of them, were restless, and chafed under the horrid institution, and often said apologetically, "It is a matter of necessity with us."
On the last morning before leaving Missouri, as we were driving by a slave plantation, the wealthy planter himself came out and traveled with us for several miles, talking freely with different members of the party. One of our company said to him, "We resolved this morning on leaving camp that we would never eat, drink, or sleep again on slave territory. He replied, "That is rather a romantic resolution. You will be hungry before you cross the line."
Nevertheless, we kept our word, though it was quite late in the afternoon before we reached free soil, in a village called Lineville, being on the line between Missouri and Iowa.
On entering the town we requested a merchant to show us the line, and finding it in the public square we all passed over into Iowa, where our weary oxen all lay down on the green to rest.
While the lunch was preparing, one of our number made in substance the following speech to a crowd of bystanders, who had gathered around us: "Friends and fellow citizens of Iowa and Missouri, allow us a few words of explanation. You all wonder why we have so anxiously inquired for this line that separates your two states, and why we have been so careful to cross over to this side before pausing to rest, and take our lunch.
"This morning at breakfast we all resolved that we would never eat, drink or sleep again on slave territory. Hence, we are here, and we all rejoice that we stand on the free soil, and breathe the pure, free air of Iowa. All honor to the noble men who framed the constitution of this grand state. May their names be inscribed in capitals of gold, and their memories cherished in the grateful hearts of a free people, who will with similar rectitude and courage preserve their state from all tyranny and oppression for all time to come. And may God hasten the time when all our country shall be indeed as now in song, "the land of the free and the home of the brave."
One big, fat, merchant standing by responded "Amen."
We soon learned that he was one of the framers of the constitution of Iowa, and that he was a brother to the slaveholder who had traveled a few miles with us in the morning.
In starting out upon the journey some of us had high aspirations for becoming successful hunters. So we soon began to inquire for game. We were jubilant when we were told by persons in a sparsely settled part of Mo. that deer were abundant, and that if we would go out early in the morning "around the head of some of these draws," we would, "without a chance kill a deer." Out we went, but soon returned without a chance and without a deer. It is doubtful if we had a Nimrod in our company who could have killed a deer even with a good chance.
Our First Sunday in Iowa.Quietly resting in camp, beside a beautiful grove, on an eminence overlooking a large extent of what was then a wilderness, we saw in the distance an emigrant team approaching. One of our company said, "Suppose that team should be stalled in the creek it is now approaching, and we should be called upon for help, would it be right to yoke up a team and haul them out?"
We all agreed that it would be right, as an act of mercy, if we could save suffering thereby. "Hark!" says one, "they are already stuck. Hear the loud cracking of whips, the yells, and curses of exasperated drivers."
Presently a group of women and children came up the hill and, approaching us, almost breathless, they said, "Please, won't you go down and help our men? They are stalled in the creek." Hitching up two yoke of our best oxen, we were soon at the scene of trouble. Finding the men in a flurry of excitement and anger, and their team bewildered by abuse, we concluded our first work is to calm things down a little. But the men said in a blustering manner, "Here, hitch on your team ahead of ours and pull us out!" We replied, "Please let us inspect the situation first." "O no," they said, "Hitch on here. There is no other show."
We persisted however in examining the load, the road, and the position of the wagon. Then said to the men, "Gentlemen, if you will take off your five yoke of oxen, and take them out of the way, we will hitch our two yoke onto the tongue, and haul your wagon out."
After ridiculing the idea, and uttering vehement remonstrances with oaths, they at last yielded, and in a few minutes, to their great surprise, and no little mortification they saw their wagon on terra firma.
This was our first experience with Sabbath-breaking emigrants. But, our observation throughout our entire journey was that those who forsook the law of the Sabbath were forsaken of God, and left in utter confusion.
After these men had driven up to our camp, and had taken in their families, they said to us, "Why are you stopping here in camp today?"
"We don't travel on the Sabbath," was our reply.
"Well," said they, "you will learn better than that before you get across the plains. You will find it necessary to move every day, and Sunday too."
"Perhaps so," we said, "but we shall rest ourselves, and our teams, every Sabbath till we do find a necessity for moving on Sunday."
They then bade us goodbye, saying "We shall never see you again."
But, we passed them every week and they for some time passed us every Sunday, and we finally left them by the way where they had been for several days, resting and recruiting their stock. We saw them no more.
Our Last Sunday on the Borders of Civilization.Camping on Saturday near Kanesville, Iowa, and finding many emigrants collecting here for the purpose of laying in additional supplies and purchasing guidebooks for the route at this last trading post, we circulated an appointment for preaching on Sunday at our camp.
A goodly number was in attendance. Among these were members of three Methodist families and one Presbyterian family. A Methodist local preacher was the head man of their company. After the service these families all expressed a desire to join our company, especially because we proposed to rest on the Lord's day. We were glad of this addition to our party, as we found them all worthy and genial traveling companions. At a later date another Methodist local preacher with his family joined us, thus increasing our numbers to about forty persons, with a train of ten wagons, or about a quarter of a mile in length when straightened out upon the road with our long teams as we usually traveled.
Some novel and amusing things were constantly attracting our attention in the makeup of the various trains that thronged the way. One wagon was surrounded with seats that projected over the wheels, where the young people of of a large family, 7 girls & 3 boys, usually sat when the roads were good, spending their time in spelling, reciting history, singing &c.! This we called "the band wagon."
It was common to have inscriptions on the wagon covers in large letters. These are a few of them. "Old Settlers of Keokuk," "Pike County, Mo. for California, or Bust," "Hoosiers from Posey Co., Indianny," and "T. F. Royal for Oregon." We found our inscription quite useful in drawing passing trains into our camp for preaching on Sundays. For we put up notices along the road on Saturdays, that there would be preaching at our camp at a given hour on Sunday, to which all were cordially invited.
On the 27th day of May we crossed the Missouri River in a small flatboat, propelled by oars, taking one wagon at a time for one dollar. Our cattle ferried themselves. On the bank of the river where Omaha now stands, we found a single tent occupied by a trader, [a] white man, with a squaw, and a few other Indians about him.
Here we launched out upon the "Great American Desert."
Southern Oregon Historical Society Research Library MS 161 folder 8, Thomas Fletcher Royal papers.
FOR OREGON. S. H. Taylor, Esq., and family, of this city, and Amos Noble, of Emmet, will start this week for Oregon, by the overland route. They will be accompanied by two or three families from Illinois. Mr. T. has promised us a series of letters giving a description of the route, and such information of the country as may be of interest to the general reader. He will also become a regular correspondent of our paper after reaching Oregon. His well-known ability as a writer is a sufficient guarantee that these letters will be full of interest.
Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, March 16, 1853, page 2
Correspondence of the Watertown Chronicle.
Owen, Ill., April 4, 1853.Friend Hadley--I write merely to gratify the kind interest felt in our success by cherished friends whose hearts we believe are following us here.
We left Watertown Wednesday morning, and my family reached here Sunday, and I on Monday--65 miles--after wading through 40 miles of mud almost to the wagon axle. At the Fort, the first night, one of my cows made her escape, and I did not overtake her until I had got back within 8½ miles of Watertown. I then hurried on and overtook my family at night at Milton, in mizzling rain and sozzling mud. Although the cow had traveled 55 miles since 7 o'clock of the day before, and without rest and with little food, she was again missing in the morning. I found too that my coat while drying was burnt up, and making a rush for my hat, that too was gone--and with my blessings on the landlord, house, cow and mud, and things generally, I put back on the road, missing, the cow at 5 miles, and again going within 3½ miles of Watertown. Supposing her to have been stolen, as she in fact had been, I returned and found her after 45 miles more of literal wading in the mud.
The next day, Saturday, the last of the frost came out, and the roads were the next thing to utterly impassable. At Janesville I navigated 7 miles of road that was in neither wagoning nor boating condition. North of that place, over the low prairies, the surface is too even and the fences too continuous for either the water or traveler to escape. The fate of both is the same--to go right down through. At almost every step I sunk to my ankles, and was thankful for my flat feet that kept me from going down deeper--while my poor cow went down to her knees. And over that whole way I met not a single man, woman or child, from whom to get even the cold comfort that it was 4 miles through. And I assure you it was far from comforting, when I had made that 4 miles to Janesville it was then 8 miles farther and worse!
At Milton, for the first time in Wisconsin, I heard the demoniac, hyena yell of the "train"--so fiercely significant that it neither stays nor turns save of its own will--bating of course the necessities of grease spots and parabolic--though the latter, it seems, in this road, under Mr. Kilbourn's improvements in railroading, are substituted by angles. The cars came in there with a jolting, rattling sound as if running on pavement--and the first thought was that they were off the track running right along over the hubs on a straight cut to the next turn of the road. It was a mizzling, dense, palpable night, and as the cars crept slowly and noiselessly away to the west, it required no great stretch of the fancy to the thought that they were afraid to run in the dark. And if they were animate, it might well be so--for just west of Milton, a mile or so, the track takes a short turn around the point of a gravel ridge, where the first impression of safety is in being ready for a jump, or footing it over the point and taking the train as it comes along. The man whose name is associated with this road will live in the memory of men forever; at least he ought to.
I have been over northern Illinois and 150 miles or so into Indiana--over a region that I traveled 15 years ago. On every hill and valley and stream the Anglo-Saxon has, in this little time, written his character in signs that a half century of barbarism could not efface. After leaving the lake region and going south into Indiana, although the settlement dates back far anterior to that of central Wisconsin, the improvement is much less marked. The southern Hoosier is seen in their roads and fields and buildings and towns, as readily as in the peculiar phrases and wanging tone of voice of the people. Where the country has been settled from the eastern and middle states, the progress has been truly wonderful. Where 15 years ago the traveler threaded his weary and solitary way over the plains and through the openings on Indian trails, finding the rude habitations of men scattered here and there far from each other, and now and then a mere sawmill frame, perhaps, erected, with the miller's cabin by it, the whole country, even the prairies, are covered all over with fields and dwellings, and each "water power" is the nucleus of a "town" now spreading itself over the hills, its streets walled in with massive structures of brick and stone, and presenting an appearance of life and power that might be expected after a half century's labor and growth. Where, a few years ago, men plodded on foot over vast and trackless wastes, seeking vainly for any conveyance, you are now in the tide of a thronging multitude, hurried away by the steam car on its iron track at a speed which the most closely scanned objects flit by you half unseen, and the still water in the pool by the wayside quivers as the ponderous train rolls over the trembling earth.
There is nowhere--at least where I have been--such progress as in Wisconsin. Her agricultural country is better and more universally improved, her towns are larger, better built and more active, there are more evidences of thrift and less of poverty, than anywhere where I have been. I have seen more frame barns on Wisconsin farms in 30 miles, and there are more towns on the 50 miles intervening between Watertown and the state line, down Rock River, than on any 150 miles of the best part of Illinois or Indiana. I am satisfied that there is not in the northern part of these states, an inland town equal in any respect to Janesville or Watertown. No man can open his eyes, and keep them open during opportunities for observation, without being satisfied that Wisconsin is very far superior for all purposes of civilization, to the region lying south of it--and that it is destined to the support of a far more powerful community. Could the people of your state realize the position it now occupies, and that to which it is rapidly and certainly hastening, they would be prouder of their home and labor with more of hope and zeal for the future.
Of Watertown itself--Janesville is the only larger town in this interior. Rockford is now entering into advantages by which it may beat Watertown--perhaps--but remember my prediction that Watertown is bound to outstrip every place on this river except Rockford.
I have fooled away a good deal of time, and it is getting late, so I will just say what I intended to in the beginning. We are all either well or better, and in good spirits--intending, with some dozen other families, to leave to-morrow for Kanesville [Council Bluffs]. In poddling through the mud after my cow, I saw a little of going to Oregon, and if there is any truth in the saying that a "bad beginning makes a good ending," we have good reason to hope for a successful ending.
I expect to write you from Kanesville, which we do not intend to leave till about the 5th of May. Everywhere there are families and crowds of cattle Oregon bound.
I know not what to say to those who gave us such touching evidences of their regard. Please say to them as you meet them, that we find as yet, and I believe we shall find, the parting with our dear friends there, the most painful feature in the undertaking in which we have entered.
Yours &c., S. H. TAYLOR.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, April 13, 1853, page 2
INTERESTING LETTER FROM S. H. TAYLOR.
Correspondence of the Watertown Chronicle.
Council Bluffs City,Friend Hadley--Yesterday, the 23rd, after 47 days, mostly on one of the worst roads in the world, we arrived at this place, and with about 300 people and 1000 head of cattle, kept back and dammed up by floods and broken bridges, "sat down before the town." The season has been wetter than any that has preceded it for many years, and all the late companies are from eight to fifteen days behind their time. The tide, however, has been up to its flow and swept on. Ten thousand strangers have been here in a month, and are gone again, and the town begins to be desolated and still. It is built of log cabins, one story high, on both sides of a street running about 60 rods down the bottom of a ravine, between high, dirty clay hills, where it can neither see nor be seen. There are perhaps a half dozen two-story buildings in the place, all devoted to gaming, the only business that can afford to live in them. I know not whether there is a frame building in the city. Their stores and offices are all in little log buildings that would be a disgrace to almost any Wisconsin farm, and would not be allowed to stand a week in any Wisconsin village. I have not seen a school house, nor a church, in the town, nor indeed have I in any other Mormon settlement. There is not in the city a trace of taste, pride, enterprise or public spirit. Wherever the Mormons have established themselves in this country, you can see the clearest evidences that society is sinking rapidly downward.
May 24, 1853.
The whole country from Lyons, on the Mississippi, to this city, is under the dominion of the Mormons and Hoosiers, and its condition is what would probably be expected by one acquainted with those settlers. You would hardly believe what I should tell you of it. A man accustomed to the state of things among the Yankees would be unprepared to credit a true statement of the condition of things.
We have traveled 337 miles, across the state, through its capital and in its greatest thoroughfares, and we have not crossed a stream 60 feet wide or over, without paying toll; have not seen a stagecoach nor any other public conveyance, nor a public house out of a village, nor indeed a village as large as Watertown. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, in the country, showing enterprise. Even at Iowa City, the capital, a village of 1200 inhabitants, where the Iowa is I should think not more than 15 rods wide at high water, they have a toll bridge, and the people pay annually in toll one fourth enough to build a fine bridge. A settlement of Yankees nine miles from the city offered to give $3,000 if the city would give $1,500 to construct a free bridge, and it could not be raised. The city has nothing Yankee in its appearance--neither gardens, orchards, nor many of what you would call even second-rate houses. The capitol is a building little superior to the Jefferson [County] jail, and the public grounds around it are a mere common for the herding of cows and the storage of lumber.
Pella, a village of 400 Dutch and Yankees, is the only town on the road where we saw gardens, fruit and ornamental trees, walks, good buildings, and such other evidences of taste and enterprise as you see in Wisconsin towns.
Lyons has about 200, DeWitt 200, Tipton 400, Iowa City 1200, Pella 400, Kanesville 500 people--in all less than 3000--and there are not 400 more in all the many of what the Hoosiers call "right smart villages" on this road. Instead of taverns, they have here "wagon yards"--the sign of which is over the barnyard bars. The Hoosiers seldom go from home, and go in covered wagons, carrying their living with them, and merely wanting a place where they can cook and feed. Their wants are all supplied in the barnyard--and that is the extent of the hotel. They have no railroads, plank roads, turnpikes, not even bridges--and their public roads are laid generally where the land is poorest and most broken, and there only from two to three rods wide. The Hoosiers, many of them, understand that it will take the Yankees to make anything of the country, and freely expressed the hope that the railroads from Lyons and Savannah to the Bluffs will bring them in.
I believe there is more mail matter delivered in Jefferson County than at all the offices on the great road--and I question, indeed, whether there is not more delivered in Watertown alone. Having seen nothing that looked like the U.S. mail, I asked a postmaster how they got their letters. He said a man brought them on a horse every week from the East through Iowa City. I asked if "in his breeches pocket." He said, "he might." And that is the eastern mail to Kanesville--weekly--but, says the P.M. here, we have two a week from the South!
Until I reached here I have not seen a newspaper since we crossed the Mississippi, and you may be assured that those four Chronicles you sent me to this office were right gladly received. I read one and keep the others to read on "the plains." Our people all seized upon them with the avidity of children. We have plenty of books, but we are all Yankees and need the "news," and shall feel sensibly the want of your paper regularly on the road.
We intend tomorrow to enter upon the great waste wild that lies now west of us. I cannot tell you so that you can relish how we feel as we are about to go. Since we were here I have seen many go out, and I have seen no countenance free from evidences of strong emotion. Our departure is one of those hours, occurring seldom in life, on which the past and the future press heavily. There are painful thoughts of those who are dear to us and with us; visions of sickness and pain that rivers of sympathy cannot relieve, and of death where death comes without any of the consolatory influences that Christianity and humanity can shed about the grave, and of the burial and desertion of precious remains on the desert, where the waves of empire will go over them as unheedingly as the sea goes over its dead, and there are earnest thoughts of friends who are behind and whose passionate love will go after us as vainly as the wind--and we know not how many, but there are many bitter repentings. Many regret that they are going--though few can be induced to say so much, and many more, I apprehend, are conscious that they have not acted wisely in entering upon the enterprise.
We go out in a company of about 20 effective men--three of them Methodist preachers--13 wagons and about 200 head of cattle. The determination is to observe the Sabbath strictly. We go well armed, but I believe generally trusting about as much in God as in our arms.
Horse trains went out on grain as early as April 18th, but companies with cattle did not go out trusting to grass until about ten days ago. It is considered barely safe now to go out with horses and depend on grass solely.
I have seen enough of "going to Oregon" to be enabled to give some advice to those who may hereafter go. We are now past a portion of the route that is acknowledged, in a wet season like the present, to try the ability of teams as fully as any part of it, and I have learned that the condition is more important than the age of cattle. More cattle are supposed to have given out on the road in this state than will, with the same usage, fail hereafter. Those that have failed are of all ages, but in all cases, I presume, in poor condition. It is not well, however, to take heavy cattle. Those that are young, and no more than ordinarily heavy built, travel easiest and longest. Men I have seen who have been through and are going again generally have oxen from 4 to 6 years old, and loose cattle young, and none of them unusually heavy in the body. Cattle must be in good condition. Were I to prepare again for the expedition, I would grain up my oxen all winter, and have them fat when I started. And this is the opinion of all I have heard speak on the subject.
Stags do not make a good team unless they are quick. They are naturally too slow to travel with oxen, but if they are quick, their hardiness renders them far superior. We cannot rely much upon cows for draught. We make nothing of "breaking in" a cow--nor, in fact, anything else--but they are of little service. A young man, who feels himself rather smart, seizes a cow by the horn with one hand, and with the other on her neck to hold her, lets her splurge for a minute or two, when she finds she is fast and allows herself to be quietly led into the yoke, and in an hour is drawing as if proud of her new mission. And so we do with anything we want in the team. I got a stag, 5 years old, quick and strong, that had never been in the yoke, and a bull of the same age, a large, powerful, self-reliant animal, that had never had a restraint upon him, and knew nothing of restraints till we put a log chain on his head, and we have them now both in the team, the best animals in it. Cows, however, are not heavy enough for service, and are not reliable in bad places. I have two cows in the yoke, working very well, but they are of near twice the usual size and weight--while they are the only ones in our company now in the team, though we started with a dozen or so.
Emigrants should be particularly careful to have their wagons right. They should be very light and easy running. The cover should be low, and it is better to have it round at the top. The sloughs--"slews"--of this state are perfectly horrible. A man who has not been across it can form no conception of the evil. On any direct line from here to the Mississippi--397 miles by the road--there are doubtless 2000 miserable "slews." The only way possible to cross them is to have a wagon that will go over them on the turf. This a carriage with a heavy top cannot do. Nor can these "slews" be crossed with heavy loads. We found it necessary to reduce the weight on our wagons below 900 lbs. No wagon, in a wet season like this, can go over the sloughs with certainty with more than about 800 pounds. With such an amount it goes along over the turf, while with 1000 lbs. perhaps it will invariably go down--and such a going down as you never saw! We have had ten good yoke of oxen on one wagon to get it out of a "slew," and that perhaps near ten times in one day. We have sometimes traveled for miles over high wet prairies where the wagon would constantly settle 3 to 6 inches into the ground.
I would advise any man intending to cross this state to go down below Rock Island before crossing the Mississippi. The Indians had a trail striking from a point there, to the Bluffs, keeping a series of "divides" forming the watershed of the Missouri and Des Moines. The road from Dubuque by Cedar Rapids, that from Lyons by Iowa City, and all the others, strike right west or southwest from the Mississippi into this ridge, and keep it. The Mormons, when they went to Salt Lake, took it on the Mississippi, and made the best road, now called "the Mormon Trail," that the ground will admit of. This is a good road. It is serpentine, but even, dry and hard. We came by Lyons and Iowa City, and have had about 140 miles of it, and we had rather our cattle would travel that 140 miles than 50 of the road before we came to it. From Beloit, on the line of Wisconsin and Illinois, an ox team will go to Kanesville, at least in a wet season, in ten days less time by going down to the mouth of Rock River and taking this route, than by the straight roads.
Let no emigrant be fooled by the great efforts made at Iowa City and Cedar Rapids to induce him to purchase there his outfit of provisions. They can be obtained as cheap at Kanesville as at those places, and the extra carriage actually costs as much as they are worth. There are times when provisions are high here--as at this time and for three days now flour is $10 a barrel, bacon from $10 to $15 a hundred &c. but even at such prices, nothing is gained by buying at Iowa City or Cedar Rapids.
Every effort that can be is made everywhere in this route to palm off provisions and forage on the emigrant. He is constantly told that "ahead there is scarcity, corn and oats $1 &c." Such stories are all impositions. This is the farmer's market, and every farmer's interest is to raise such products as it requires. An abundance is produced for it on every road where emigrants go, except within perhaps one hundred miles of Kanesville, where very few people live, and the little that is raised is soon consumed.
We go out with teams in as good condition, perhaps, as any that have left this point. Some fast companies passed us on the road, but we have passed some of them again, and believe we shall pass the remainder. More anon.
Yours &c., in haste,Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, July 6, 1853, pages 2-3
S. H. TAYLOR.
Correspondence of the Watertown Chronicle.
Pawnee Country, June 4, 1853.Friend Hadley--We are now 90 miles up the Platte on the Loup Fork, in company with about 250 wagons, blocked up here, near what was called a ferry before it was flooded, waiting for the water to subside. We are in the heart of the territory of the Pawnees, the most skillful thieves that can be, and some are paying dearly for their misfortune. In this neighborhood they have stolen about 50 head of oxen, and every morning we hear of from two to six oxen being run off. About 200 Pawnees came here three days ago and are lying here with us, but with what intention we know not. We are not afraid of our lives--but we find them very annoying. During the day we keep our cattle constantly in view, and at night chain them up and keep up a double guard. All do the same--but it is impossible to keep their hands off property when they attempt to get it. They will almost steal a horse from under his rider.
We move very slowly, but are gaining upon those ahead of us. It is the wettest season "known to the earliest settlers," and those who have been through in dry seasons can form no conceptions of the difficulties we have had to encounter. Even the road along the Platte, except a few miles along the base of the highlands, is horrible. Last Wednesday we saw many wagons set on the Platte bottoms, and I am sorry to say mine was one of them. We saw a little of the best of the road just before a rain and when it was very dry, and it was the best I ever saw--in some respects equal and in others superior to a plank road. There are places where 30,000 loaded wagons have, within five years, passed along a track of not over seven feet in breadth, and there is no rut--no depression of one inch below its original level.
The description of this country is generally embodied in the pithy expression that "it can never be settled." The plain truth is, it is the most splendid country in the world, but without timber. From 15 miles this side of the Missouri, to this point, except the river flats, the surface is in fine, easy slopes, or levels, and the soil cannot be excelled. From here back to Elkhorn, 60 miles, there is no timber but the cottonwood groves of the Platte, and that away in the midst of a wet valley from 8 to 15 miles wide. We traversed the banks of the Elkhorn 10 miles, and saw its valley 20 miles more, and it is to that extent skirted with noble cottonwoods, and its hillsides on the east are covered with grand old bur oaks. East of that stream, as we rise to its highlands, the country lies, how far back we know not, in the finest slopes and valleys. No man ever saw a more beautiful region, or one better adapted to agriculture, than that lying along the Elkhorn. It cannot be long before the great depot of supplies will be transferred from the Missouri to this stream. The best opportunity I have seen for emigrants is for 15 or 20 families to locate on that stream, establish a ferry, raise provisions and build up a town. Where we crossed they have ferried about 6000 wagons this season at $2.50 to $3--and that with one old scow and, perhaps, five men. A few Yankees settling at that point would draw all Kanesville there in two years, and make twenty fortunes for those who adventured.
How far the absence of timber will prevent or impede the settlement of this grand country, is, of course, mere conjecture--but it seems impossible that with all its other advantages, it should be allowed to remain long, as it is, a desolation. The construction of the Pacific railroad, by which the Platte country will be admitted to Oregon, and the opening of the great coal bed that is supposed to extend from the Iowa River to the Rocky Mountains, will have much to do with the solution of the question what is to become of this great region.
Since crossing the Nishnabotna, 25 miles beyond Kanesville, we have not seen more than a rock in a place--nor indeed do I know that we have seen one at all. The soil everywhere lies on a formation of clay and fine sand, such as fills the waters of the Missouri. The bluffs and hills about that stream are mere prominences left by the powerful denuding forces to which the country has been exposed. I was told that there was coal on the west side of the stream below Kanesville--but I should not expect it there, and think it doubtful. Coal, in the Missouri country, is probably very deep--having at least the sandstone in place, and this great bed of clay, the depth of which no one knows, above it. 170 miles east of Kanesville, near Pleasantville, and 240 miles near Montezuma, the coal appears in all the ravines, and the indications are that the supply is inexhaustible. With the opening of the railroad to the Mississippi, it must become an important source of revenue to the country.
June 7. We have a prospect of crossing the Loup today. There are about 100 wagons here now--but few coming in. We see many cattle trains of from 100 to 500 head--probably about 1500 head now here. Many wagons have gone up to the fords, one of which is 35 and the other 70 miles above. Fords on this stream are essentially dangerous. Its waters are a mere mass of quicksand, rushing along with the velocity of a mountain stream. In fording our cattle they sink right down into the sand, and the farther they sink the faster they sink, while the current is so swift that even ferriage is attended with some hazard.
I had intended to write more freely, but we just learn that we can cross the river instanter, and so I close for the present.
Yours &c., S. H. TAYLOR.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, July 13, 1853, page 2
(The following letter from Mr. Taylor was enclosed to a friend in this city, from whom it was not received until after our last paper had gone to press. This will account for its late appearance.)
Correspondence of the Watertown Chronicle.
Wood Creek, June 12, '53.Friend Hadley--I wrote you last Tuesday from the crossing of the Loup Fork--but the men keeping a whisky supply at this point are gone, and we shall probably see no one again going east until we reach Fort Laramie. We are now spending the Sabbath on Wood Creek, 170 and odd miles from Kanesville, and on what may well be called "the plains." We are on a flat, safely above the streams, of almost perfectly even surface and to appearance boundless in extent. It is the "Platte bottoms." On the north, directly abreast, is to be seen, in a good atmosphere, a dim trace of highlands, fading away immediately at the right and left, so far away is it--and at the south, three miles off, is the Platte, indicated by its dark cottonwood groves, and between them you look on in that direction, and there, as forward and back of us, the vast plain stretches away, we know not how far, for it is beyond the reach of our vision. Yesterday, at one time, our road was supposed to be 12 miles from the Platte, and yet, landward, the level flat extended probably 12 miles farther.
These flats are the great range on which the buffalo have herded for centuries. Their bleached bones are everywhere--but it is evident that they are slowly retreating before the whites. All the way to the Loup, the remains were merely the most durable portions of the skeleton; this side of that stream we have seen many of those that perished last year. That stream, however, has been a great barrier to their passage eastward from their great crossings on the Platte, above here, and they have never been so abundant there. They are now seldom seen that side of the Loup.
From the Loup ferry, we kept the valley of that stream about 45 miles--some of the way, for surface, soil, timber and water, as fine a country as is in the world. The flats are in places five miles wide. At 22 miles, where the bluffs approach the river, we go about 3 miles through them, and emerge suddenly upon a great flat extending from the Loup over to the Platte, 20 miles or over, and 10 miles or more in its other width, on which might be surveyed a square of more than 125,000 acres with hardly a depression or elevation sufficient to conceal a horse. The flats of the Loup are fine for farming, and the stream is all the way where we saw it covered by cottonwood groves. Just before leaving the Loup Valley, we saw the first "alkali"--though by testing it we concluded it to be the pure salt. At 45 miles we struck off south and southwest, through steep, barren, naked bluffs of clay and sand; a day's drive, to the Platte bottoms, and another day brought us here. The crossing of the stream is bad, and there is all day a perfect jam and rush of people, teams and wagons, but a sermon from one of our folks holds a part of them for an hour, and on they go again.
June 23. We have traveled less than 5½ days this week and made 119 miles, by our guide. We are where the cattle are seized by the infection of westward fever, and without urging go 20 to 26 miles a day. We are encamped near the Platte forks, by some famous springs, which, in this interminable region of "Platte water" and "slough water," are really gloriously refreshing. There is no point from the Missouri to Fort Laramie to which the emigrant looks with more earnest desire nor where he finds such a real heart-satisfying pleasure. By this time men's natural wants have become strong, and whatever their habit may have been, the appetite for strong drink is overwhelmed by the desire for "good cold water." As the clear liquor comes up silvery and sparkling, rolling up the white, beautiful sand, and flowing off to revive and refresh all the thousands that come, even the drinker forgets his whisky and pays some passionate tribute to the "blessed good water." I sat down and sipped the water on the low bank, where Waldron and Stimpson sat and sipped it four years ago, and I presume thought about what they thought about. There are three graves here, and the inscriptions say the dead of them died in consequence of immoderate drinking of the water. When we reached the springs the mercury was at 112 in the shade, and the warning may have saved some of us.
The weather has been cool and comfortable until yesterday, and then it was about as hot as "the nature of things would admit of."
Since leaving Wood Creek, we have passed over a great deal of alkaline land. The earth is wet and miry where the alkali is found in the water, and where the surface has been dried there is an incrustation of what appears to be saleratus. It is everywhere found in connection with salt.
We have passed over much beautiful bottom land during the week--especially that lying along Wood, Buffalo and Elm creeks--little streams that have almost their whole course in the flats. The timber of the Platte is now fast diminishing, and we traveled by the stream on Friday all day where it was almost naked of wood. It was only now and then that a tree or bush could be seen indicating the course of the river. There is more just here, but it is all on the south side, and we cannot reach it. Buffalo chips are abundant, and for fuel we find them quite a passable substitute for wood. The timber that is here and for 40 miles back is not worth counting in connection with the settlement of the country. Below that the groves are heavy and apparently fine. The Loup also is well timbered along its immediate margin. They will both be settled 100 miles above their confluence, and a great community will grow up there. Unless the Pacific railroad, or some other collateral influences, interfere, there will be in "our day" a city of 10,000 people at the mouth of the Loup. In spite of that or anything else, a city will be there, and soon. Let the Indian title be extinguished and the Yankees get hold of the Platte, Elkhorn and Loup valleys, and there will be from the Missouri up a mighty state, second in moral power to but one in the Northwest--your own.
The alkali has an effect to injure the hoofs of our cattle to such an extent that they wear tender, and crack badly in the heel, and we have much trouble in consequence. Tell your readers who may hereafter come over these plains to be prepared with little thin plates of iron for ox shoes, and flat-headed nails to secure them--without fail.
July 3--We had hoped to be at Ft. Laramie that we might pass the 4th there tomorrow--but the lameness of our cattle delayed us and we are fifteen miles short. I trust that tomorrow about when your folks are sitting down to their independence dinner we shall be driving up to Ft. Laramie.
We have been troubled much by the lameness of our cattle. While the wet season has given us abundant forage, it has aggravated this serious evil. The wetness of the alkaline surface renders the principle more active and fatal, and the feet of our cattle have been subject to its influence until the hoof fails to answer the purpose of a hoof. In spite of close and constant care, one in seven of all our cattle has a hoof worn through, or a heel cracked deeply and badly. This is a great evil on the north side of the Platte. Oiling the hoof once or twice a week has been in ordinary seasons a very good preventive, and it would be well for emigrants to be supplied with it for the purpose--though this season it has failed of the end. We have used alcohol with a better result. Its effect is to harden the hoof and fortify it against wearing; every emigrant should be supplied with it. Few men are supplied with the means of using such remedies, and are obliged to resort to shoeing with leather, fastening with eight-ounce tacks--a poor expedient but much better than nothing. It is remarkable that to within about seventy-five miles of Ft. Laramie the evil increased, and then the feet of the cattle begin to harden, and some are fitted to all the conditions of the road--that is, supposing due diligence to be used in avoiding alkaline grounds. The Platte, through almost its entire course below here, at least, flows along the southern wall of its valley, and on that side there is no flat and of course no alkali. On this, the north side, the extent of surface occupied by it is diminished by the increase of alluvial and detrital deposits. Two hundred miles below here, almost the entire surface is impregnated with alkali, while here perhaps two-thirds of it is covered by alluvium carried on by the stream, and by sand and clay washed down from the hills. The alkali is thus concealed--otherwise it would render this route entirely impassable and uninhabitable high up the stream, for even here, where it is found, the water is so strong as to be fatal and the earth covered with a crust of alkaline salts, resembling the purest saleratus.
I wish to give your readers the best general idea I can of this valley and its peculiarities, but I will wait for a better opportunity than I shall have on the road. When we get through, if in God's providence that event occurs, I shall try to give you a view of this country and of all through which we may pass. It is enough that the last 200 miles of our course has been, so far as wood is concerned, over a total, utter desolation. On this side the river, there is not a thing growing as high as a man's knees. Even this great stream sweeps along without a shadow cast upon its waters--without a tree or bush to indicate its course. Even the "LINE TREE" has been cut down and burned. When we stood by its stump, on ground on which so many thousands have enjoyed its shade, we felt that the man who could destroy it was fit only for murder and arson. But the noble tree is gone, and there is now 200 miles without a shade.
From the Platte forks up to this point, the valley is narrow, from 2 to 6 miles wide, and more uneven, and deeper cut in the surface formation, the high lands being in some cases perhaps over 200 feet high. These are a mixture of clay and sand, and it is curious and interesting to see what freaks the water played here during the glacial period. The bluffs form the most striking feature in the country. They are the broken hills lying along the margin of the valley, more or less detached from the great mass of clay and sand that forms the upper and highest surface.
There are some grand bluffs just below here, on the south side of the river. About 60 miles below is the first deemed worthy of note on our guides--Courthouse Bluff. At a distance of 15 miles it presents a very fine appearance--seeming like a great regular structure of brick with a low dome, but too massive and heavy in its form to be pleasing. At a view of 6 miles, our nearest point, it is unshapely, and with a little feeling of disappointment you turn to those that stand out in finer proportions, farther up the stream. Chimney Bluff, 10 miles ahead, is a tunnel-shaped mass of clay, perhaps 170 feet high, of really fine shape, and its center being a shaft probably 60 feet high and seemingly not more than four feet in diameter. They are both entirely naked of vegetation, and the rains are slowly washing them down. The gutters in the surface of the Courthouse Bluff give to its walls, at a distance, the appearance of a great colonnade, and the effect is so great that you almost look for human forms about it and among its columns. 20 miles still farther up is a bluff--Scotts Bluff--the grandest object of the kind I ever saw. It is nearly divided, but encloses a fine green area like a court, around which, except on the east, rises what seems like an imposing pile of regal buildings in the style of the earlier days of monarchy. It appears as if two immense structures had been raised in the infancy of architecture, and additions had been made showing the progress of the science and the advance of each age. It has no spires--the shafts rising from its wings being like chimneys--but one part is surmounted with a noble dome, and the other has what is more like a great castle rising above the whole mass. The wings are naked, like bare brick walls, but between them the sides seem a little sloping and are grassy, with the summits covered with scattering dwarf cedars that, at the distance of our trail, look like men and really appear like guardsmen looking at us as we pass. East and near it is a beautiful tower, apparently as perfect in its form as the hand of man could make it. It rises about 70 feet with a wall leaning slightly in the center, and then goes up at least 60 feet perpendicularly. In the center, and covering about half its summit, rises a noble perfect dome. In the court there is another like this. They are about 160 feet high and 60 broad at the base. The main bluff is from 200 to 250 feet high. Courthouse Bluff is probably about the same--though some have made it as high as 400, and a book we have here calls it 800. These are mistakes. They are high enough, however, to be worth going far to see, and we have regretted very much that the river cuts off from us the privilege of visiting them.
Yours &c., S. H. TAYLOR.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, September 14, 1853, page 1
Fort Laramie, July 6, 1853.Dear Mrs. Hadley--Feeling that some of our friends in W. would like to hear from me, I improve a leisure moment in writing you.
You will recollect that we left home with a very sick babe. She began to mend from the first day of starting, and continued to do until she, "with the rest of us," is now in the enjoyment of good health. We have had a fine traveling season, although some mud to wade through, and although there is a great deal of sameness in the face of the country we have traversed, yet I find it very interesting and am not yet willing to return. I wish I could paint for you a picture that would not fade of the river, the bluffs, the flats and (by far the best part) the flowers--the most beautiful and splendid, the grandest specimens of the floral kingdom. The cactus grows here in the greatest luxuriance, and many varieties. I wish I could send you a root of the pineapple cactus. I would attempt sending more of the dried flowers, but fear they will break to pieces so you cannot distinguish them. The graves of departed travelers are another interesting feature in this country. We have seen but four of "'53"--three of their tenants were killed by lightning; another was a babe of fifteen days.
We had a very narrow escape from lightning a few days since, as our wagon was leaving camp some distance ahead of the train. The shock from the flash was so great as to almost prostrate our whole team of five yoke, causing every face to blanch and every heart to quake, but the danger was safely passed through, while a smaller object a few rods in our wake was shivered. The rain storms here are tremendous, and you may judge that our cloth house is poor protection.
The fort does not answer my expectations at all. From the distance at which I view it (two miles) it seems nothing more than a few log houses enclosed by a wooden picket fence. I cannot see the men at all. The buildings are on the flats, which gives them a mean appearance after viewing the grandest specimens of bluffs.
In the course of an hour we shall continue our route, soon to cross the Black Hills, which are seen in the distance. Yesterday we met a return train of Californians, by whom Mr. T. sent letters, which may reach you before this. They say that we have passed the worst part of our route, and we hope to find it so. We have had no sickness in our train as yet.
I can give you no idea of the number now en route for California and Oregon, but we have plenty of neighbors. Indians are very scarce, judging from our experience.
Saturday after we had encamped, more than forty wagons passed on our road, and a goodly number was at the same time in sight on the opposite side of the river. A great many cattle and sheep are crossing the plains this season. Our company have lost one horse by accident, and one wagon--sold two head of cattle on account of lameness; the rest are in pretty good heart to continue our journey.
Helen has dried a great many flowers, expecting to send them to her mates in W., and is very much disappointed that a letter will not hold them. I have scribbled thus far seated on the ground in my tent with a rather troublesome babe hanging to my lap. Please excuse, and remember me to all inquirers.
Yours very sincerely,Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, August 10, 1853, page 2
CLARISSA E. TAYLOR.
(Correspondence of the Chronicle.)
July 17, 1853.Friend Hadley--We are now 150 miles only, above Ft. Laramie, after about two weeks of hobbling along with lame cattle and rickety wagons. We all wonder very much that our friends who have been through have not warned us of these two difficulties--especially of the first. For near four weeks we have been compelled to make short drives of five to fifteen miles a day--sometimes stopping entirely. We might have saved much had we known in the beginning what we know now--though we have brought all our cattle through to this point, except two we sold to the traders. Some have lost much more than we have. Within 20 miles of Laramie are probably 25 establishments for trade with emigrants, and their principal traffic is in lame cattle. These traders have now probably in their hands over 1000 head, besides many that have recovered and been sold back to emigrants at from three to five hundred percent profit. The evil begins to show itself about 300 miles below Ft. Laramie; at that point it is at the worst, and above there it stops entirely. From there up, our trouble is entirely with old cases.
Large-chested cattle, treading heavily on their forefeet--those having soft hoofs--those that haul or crowd in team, and those that in the yoke hurry or fret themselves--are almost sure to become lame. Whatever may be effected by treatment, much more may be by the selection of proper cattle. No yoke of oxen, however valuable, should be brought on the route, unless they are true in the draught, and satisfied to do their part in the yoke--and though I have succeeded perfectly with two [of] the heaviest oxen in the train, and one of them a bull, and they working on the tongue, the worst place in the team, yet, knowing what I do, I would not trust such again for the worth of them.
In a previous letter I advised emigrants to prepare themselves with iron shoes. We are not now so much in favor of them. We have found that above Laramie the hoof has hardened so that quite commonly it is out of the question to nail on a shoe. The friends of shoeing are now more in favor of having their oxen shod a hundred miles or so east of Kanesville and depending upon other means to protect their cows. It may be the safest course, though it is generally thought that the foot would thus be unfitted for service after the shoe comes off. I believe, and I think our people are all satisfied from our experience, that a safe and perhaps perfectly sure remedy may be used. Several of our working oxen that became tender in the feet we saved by wetting the bottom of the hoof with alcohol, or alcohol and camphor. With the free use of it, twice a day, oxen went through the Black Hills with feet that were tender and threatened to fail when they went in them. Every one treated with it has recovered without becoming actually footsore--and some of them, too, even when kept constantly in the draught. I have such confidence in it that with two quarts for five or six yoke of oxen and a dozen loose cattle, I would depend entirely upon it. A moccasin of leather, rawhide is best, is much used, and if adopted when the foot is first tender will generally save it, but it is quite a trouble and only defends the hoof while it is hardening, while the alcohol hardens it. It is of great use, in connection with spirits turpentine, or tar well beat in, to cure the heel crack.
An important thing in saving oxen is to have light wagons, light loads and plenty of team. Let the emigrant always bear this in mind. But a wagon should be good, of course--the best. In passing through a dry region like this, every seam in woodwork opens. Few wagons go through here without becoming loose in the felloes and hubs, and producing much trouble. The timber should be of the best kind and perfectly seasoned, and put together by good workmen--otherwise the wagon will fail, or cost more than it's worth to take it through.
July 24--We are now in the mountains--about four days from the South Pass--in the midst of poor feed, but enjoying a little more rain than for a month past.
We have heard nothing of symptoms of scurvy, fever or cholera, though a day back of us there was a death by mountain fever on the 4th of July. I have never known, anywhere, a time of such universal good health as has prevailed this season from the Missouri to this point, on both sides of the Platte. The distance is 740 miles, the time eight weeks, and there has not been 30 deaths among 30,000 emigrants. We have heard of but about three cases of sickness, and have known of no deaths except as we have seen by the way, perhaps six or eight graves of this year. A healthy season has had much to do with this state of things, but to a better habit of living is it to be attributed to a great extent. We see no such thing as living constantly on salt food, nor of exposure to conditions to which the system is unfitted. Everybody has milk, and most everybody has an abundance. One fourth of the draught on the road is done by cows giving milk; a large share of the loose stock is the same--and you would be surprised to see the extent to which milk enters into the living of emigrants. The impression that evening-drawn milk of cows traveling in or out of the team is heated and unhealthy is a mistake. Our cows are warm, of course, when they stop at night--rather, they are so in our warmest weather--but in a few minutes they become cool, and there is nothing in the appearance or taste of the milk showing a disturbance of its natural condition. We all use it freely, and I believe perfectly safely. Everybody has fruit, too, and I believe that has much to do with their immunity from disease. No emigrant should come on this road without plenty of dried sour apples and cows giving milk. Their value is incalculable. It is remarkable that all are excessively fond of cornmeal in every form in which it is cooked. Everyone expresses satisfaction or regret as they happen to have it or not. The "cornstarch" substitute is a failure, because it requires eggs to make it good. We think the milk, fruit and meal save us from the diseased anxiety for potatoes and vinegar, as it does from the necessity of using too much salt meat. We have also fresh meat now and then, which helps along our living very much. The swine has no representative on these plains--so we get no new pork--but the antelope and buffalo furnish us an excellent article of fresh beef. From a young buffalo killed by some neighbors the other day we had steak we called fully equal to any we ever had in Watertown, though Watertown, in that respect, be not a whit behind the very chiefest of cities.
The hard bread manufactured at St. Louis or Kanesville, and obtained at the latter place by emigrants, is bad--always very bad. I believe nobody eats it except when unavoidable. We find we need but very little of such food, and it is about as well to go without as to use that. It is sometimes, though very seldom, needed, and I would advise emigrants to take very little of it. Flour is the staple; it is always the most convenient and the best form of material for bread, except, perhaps, one day in fifteen, when hard bread is needed. Rice seems to be less relished on the road than at home--I presume because we have not eggs to cook with it. The emigrant will find that anything usually cooked with eggs is of little use on the road.
If a man will bring with him proper fishing tackle, he can get good catfish from the Missouri, Elkhorn and Loup, and the Platte as far up as fifty miles below Ft. Laramie. In the Missouri they catch multitudes going up from 50 to 90 lbs. each. Though poorly supplied with tackle we caught a few fine catfish in the Loup and Platte, and some dace in the small streams.
The patent wagon lock is thrown away by everybody who has it, and the simple chain substituted. A lock is indispensable, and the common chain is, I believe, universally preferred.
That which I believe is pronounced the best form of stove is that of the common plate stove, but level at top and bottom, with two holes over the furnace, draught under and over the oven, and flue in the end. 3 or 4 feet perpendicular draught is necessary. We see none such among the hundreds that are thrown away. A stove should be double where most exposed to heat--say half the front end and bottom. At least one camp kettle should be taken besides a dripping pan, coffee kettle, two tin kettles and frying pan.
The best form of tent is just that of the common house roof--not more than 6 to 6½ feet high, and 10 feet wide, well secured with pins at the edges. With such a form we have found brace ropes and all such securities useless--or nearly so. The three poles used with such a tent may be made very light, and the whole be lighter, more convenient and safer and better than any other form.
Great care should be used to have ox yokes and bows right--every way right--chains light but good, of right length, with good hooks, and a half dozen or so of good, heavy false links will be found worth their weight in silver.
Wagon tire should be bolted to the felloe that it may be readily taken off. This is very important. When our tire becomes loose, we take it off, find an old stove by the way and cut it into strips, and put them on the rim of the wheel and set the tire over them. All the irons should be in the common form, because then if one breaks it is easy finding another with which to replace it.
Dry Sandy Creek, July 31.We are 18 miles by the summit of the South Pass, actually descending towards the level of the common earth--though descending very slowly indeed, and through a region of little feed and less water. We are 7840 feet above the level of the sea, our guidebooks say, and almost to the line of perpetual snow. The Wind River Range of mountains, abutting on our right, loom out almost over our trail with their sides white with snow down almost to our level. The wind comes cold from them, and the moment the sun's heat is obstructed the air feels like that of a winter day. We have passed over, perhaps, the highest point of unbroken surface on the continent--yet we should hardly be conscious of being in a high altitude, so gradual has been our ascent. But the remains of the last winter's snow, here and there lingering on the northern hillsides and the abundance of mosses on their summits, the cold chilling air, and the difficulty in weak lungs to breathe when a little wearied, indicate our situation.
I have a word to say here in regard to traveling on the Sabbath--the almost universal habit of the road. When we left home, we commenced the experiment of observing that day with accustomed strictness, and to this time have observed it against the practice of every train and the opinion of almost every man we have met. Our experience, though it be that of but a single train, has so convinced our company of the economy and expediency of resting on Sunday, that I think our irreligious men, if traveling by themselves, would from policy do as we have done. We have been on the road six days less than four months--a time sufficient to test whether our teams need such a rest, and whether the rest is given them at the expense of time. We supposed we should fall behind a little, and that we should have only a good conscience--though that be enough certainly--to console us as other trains left us--but now, after 16 weeks of draught, and four weeks of it on the barren sage plains, our cattle are almost every one in good flesh and some of them good beef. I say only what all admit, that our teams are in better condition than those of any other train we can hear of on the road. For four weeks our oxen have been remarked by those who have seen them for their good condition, while in every train near us there are some failing from leanness, and quite a large share of them are so thin that we would not put them in our yokes. We are quite surprised at this difference--especially that it should be so great. Today a company that was to reach the summit of the Pass a fortnight ahead of us is encamped here, satisfied to stop with us over Sunday. A heavy drover, now going through the third time, is satisfied on the point and now lies by with us. A train composed of very prudent men, acquaintances of some of us, left Illinois one day ahead, traveling Sundays. The character of the men was a guarantee of the best management of their team, and it was predicted that they would go through in ten to twenty days less time than we. At the Missouri they were a week ahead, having gained six days. Fifty miles above Laramie we found a note from them, and they were two days only in advance. Another train starting and traveling under similar circumstances has had to stop to recruit, and is now behind us. We have probably lost a far less percentage of cattle than any other company going over the road.
These are not the only good results of lying by on Sunday--nor are they the most important. Our people have an opportunity that otherwise they cannot possibly enjoy, for those attentions to personal cleanliness, necessary to a healthy condition of body--and for the relaxation and rest required as much by their moral and physical constitutions. While traveling we are necessarily constantly exposed to the vexing, harassing influences incident to the road, and which has done much to deprave and dehumanize those who have gone over it. We need relief from these causes. The patience cannot bear a constant, perpetual abrasion. Even with the healing influences of religion upon us, we feel it. We feel that the mind cannot bear chafing all the time. And Monday morning we feel as we used to, refreshed for another week of toil on the road--another week of the journey of life--another week of the labor of self-control, and of effort to make the most of the enjoyment of the social and domestic relations. I wish all who are to go over this road might hear and believe what I say--that it is no more strange that those who travel Sundays and thus neglect their moral necessities should be prepared to abandon their sick and tumble their dead into holes in the ground than that they should become indifferent to the necessities of their beasts and strew the trail with the carcasses of over-driven and over-beaten cattle.
One great cause of loss on this road is feeding on alkaline lands. Cattle should, in no case, be halted where there are alkaline salts on the surface. This is the great curse of the Upper Platte, the Sweetwater, and all the streams flowing through the great waste from the Summit west to the base of the Bear Mountains. The low grounds are everywhere more or less covered with saleratus, and thousands feed and herd their cattle in it for three or four weeks of time. They have the alkaline principle constantly in their grass, and to some extent in their drink, and even the dust they inhale is impregnated with it. The system resists the poison more effectually than we ought to expect, for comparatively a small percentage die. Where 200,000 cattle have passed this season, there are, for 400 miles, from one to four carcasses to the mile--and probably one half of this 200,000 are fed on the lime grounds and furnish nine-tenths of the dead. Grass can be everywhere found on the high land. It is in spots--dry but nutritious--thin and scanty but very hearty. Our oxen labor on a morning's feeding of it all day as well as on the low ground grass till 2 o'clock. We esteem it the best grass by great odds. It is not so convenient, and so 100,000 cattle this year are grazed on alkaline feed to be killed or injured for months to come. Crossing the plains again, I would not feed on the low grounds after leaving Wood Creek, 170 miles from Kanesville, unless when I found it utterly unavoidable.
Aug. 7--We are at the eastern base of the Bear Mountains--still in the region of sand, clay, gravel, drought and barrenness. The west pass of the Oregon route we found saved by a cutoff. The 48 miles without water from the Big Sandy to the Green River, in the common route, the Sublette Cutoff, is avoided by going down the former to where it is but 13 miles across. The "dry stretch" of 26 miles, from the Platte to a tributary of the Sweetwater, is also by going up the Platte, to about 13 miles. Our company is about determined to go to Rogue River Valley to settle. We shall probably take the Brophy Cutoff from the great Columbia River trail--turning to the left at the great level of Bear River and going well to the head of the Humboldt, then down that stream to within 30 miles of its sink, and from there over the northern terminus of the Sierra Nevadas, at this kind a mere range of hills to Rogue River. We thus take a direct road, without mountain passes, with abundance of feed, and no "horrors" but two "dry stretches" 25 miles each, and a horrible tribe of Indians in the Humboldt.
Speaking of Indians--to this point the Pawnees are the only tribe to be feared, and they only for their proficiency in theft. The emigrant cannot too closely watch and guard his stock till he leaves the Loup Fork. The only safe course, so far, is to have every animal secured nights with a chain and lock, with a man by him with a revolver, and never allow him to go from the hand of the guard during the day. Beyond this there is no risk. From the Loup there is no danger of the kind. The Sioux, Ottoes, Tapoos and Crows are nobler Indians than you have ever seen, and hating the Pawnees implacably. Among all these tribes it is deemed a merit to kill a Pawnee in any place or in any way. They prosecute against them a war of extermination. They are above thefts. I was with them four days in the Black Hills, separated from the train, in search of an ox stolen by a white man, and I found them ever ready to give me the best place in the lodge, with the best buffalo robe and best buffalo meat. I would trust them to any extent. I have not heard of an animal ever having been stolen by an Indian between the Loup Fork and Bear River Mountains, nor do I believe such a thing ever occurred. About the Bear River region were the diggers--miserable robbers--but now, with another tribe, by the agency of the smallpox, they are nearly annihilated. They were a powerful band a year ago, but are now a disunited and wandering handful, hardly recognized as a tribe, and nearly harmless even as thieves.
As additional advice to those who intend going over this road, they should make their calculations to live as nearly as possible as they do at home. The last place to get good whipstocks is on the west side of the Des Moines. There are some, but not the best, on the east side of the Missouri, going up from Kanesville to the upper ferry. Opposite and about 60 rods above the present eastern landing of that ferry, on the west side of the Missouri, is a good place, and the best place to get good hickory for spare oxbows--three or four of which ought to be taken with every team. A man wants about three dozen common screws; 2 papers 3 oz. and 10 oz. tacks; 2 lbs. shingle and 2 lbs. 6d nails; a saw, hammer, good axe, spade, ½, ¾ and inch augers with one handle, wrench, screwdriver and two good pocket knives--one being to lose on the way. So far, a gun is of little use except to fire off, clean out and load up again every three or four days. A family should be supplied with such medicines as they know how to use, especially for such diseases as proceed from a neglected and dirty condition of the skin and overcharging of the bowels with Platte water sand, and colds taken by swimming the Platte for cattle and fuel, and the best of remedies for murrain, alkali, overflowing of the galls, hobnail and other ails of cattle and horses. There is an abundance of a purer and honester article of saleratus in this country than can be got at factories, and a man may get more or less as he pleases at Kanesville. Salt for cattle is unnecessary after striking the Platte--from that point, for some reason, they will not eat it. There are about ten ferries on the road--the aggregate cost on each wagon is about $25 to $30--by all but two of which--the Mississippi and Missouri--we swam our cattle without difficulty. The loss of cattle on the road is just according to the care they have. The loss of sheep, some 15,000 to 20,000 of which are on the way, I am informed by the most judicious drivers to be not much less than 20 percent, or one-fifth. If anyone wishes to take hens, they can manage a half dozen or so with little trouble. There are some in our company, and they ride well, being let out at evening, and have laid nearly all the way. There is no trouble in taking a dog, unless a bad traveler, by seeing to it that he has water supplied to him on the "dry stretches." It is not well to take cows that will "come in" on the road; I have seen many such, and many young calves traveling, but there are great objections, to wit: Good butter cannot be made on the road, and such as we have is little cared for. A can holding 6 to 20 qts. keeps our sour milk and cream, and makes our butter by the motion of our wagon. Everything should be carried in tin cans and bags. Pickles, and, I presume, pork, can be kept in cans while air tight. The flesh of poultry, "cooked down," is found an excellent article of food. The dried eggs were a failure with us. Tinware should be substituted for earthen, and sheet for cast iron. Russia is the only sheet iron that, in a stove, will last through. An excellent substitute for a stove when no baking is to be done is a sheet of iron like a stove top, to be put over a fire hole in the ground, a common means of cooking, and one which the traveler soon learns to make and use. It is just as good as a stove for every purpose but baking. Everyone needs flannel underclothing here. In regard to supplies of clothing for the future, everyone is convinced that anything not needed for the road costs a great deal more than it comes to. Take nothing for use after getting through--excepting money, of course, though I can assure you, you will have much less of that than you expected when you get there. No water should be used for drinking or cooking, nor allowed to cattle, unless in a running stream or containing insects; otherwise it is probably alkaline. Everyone ought to have too much sense to use water from the stinking holes dug by some foolish persons in the margins of "sloughs" and alkaline marshes. No poison water is found east of here that I am aware of, except as the alkaline is called poison. We have seen one alkaline spring, on the upper Platte, but the alkali is too apparent to the taste to be dangerous. To this point it is safe to use all running water, or that which contains the young of mosquitoes and frogs. The guidebooks are full and reliable in their information on this subject. A man wants a guide, of course, and the latest to be got. The "Mormon Guide" is the best as far as it goes. This, as everything else the emigrant wants, is to be got at Kanesville.
I shall probably have no more opportunities to forward letters until I reach [Table] Rock City, two months hence at least, and I may not have one to send this--though I hope for it, for we expect to be, until we leave the Humboldt, on a trail taken by some of the return travel from California and Southern Oregon. If I have time, I will fill up. There are many things I wish to write, but must defer till I get through. I expect, if I live, to hail from [Table] Rock City, Oregon.
Yours &c.,Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, November 2, 1853, page 1
S. H. TAYLOR.
Those of the immigrants who this season attempted to cross the Cascade Mountains into Oregon by the new emigrant road have suffered severely. There were in all on that cutoff some 200 wagons, 160 of which had succeeded in reaching the valley of the Willamette. About forty wagons were left in the mountains without teams, the families being compelled to leave almost everything and pack into the valley. A company of Oregonians started out with plenty of provisions to their relief. They found the immigrants suffering from hunger, living on the beef of their poor cattle, as they had been out of bread for several weeks. They had been all lost on the plains, having traveled south of the route in the desert toward the Klamath Lake, and nearly perished for water; they crossed one desert 75 miles in extent, on which journey many cattle gave out, and families suffered exceedingly for want of water.
"From Oregon," Buffalo Daily Republic, Buffalo, New York, December 28, 1853, page 2
Correspondence of the Chronicle.Letter from Oregon.
Jacksonville, Oregon, Dec. 17, '53.Mr. Editor--We arrived here in the Rogue River Valley Oct. 26th, just five, instead of four, months out from Kanesville, in company with a train of 87 persons, 23 wagons, 334 head of cattle, 1700 sheep and 29 horses and mules--all right save the "ordinary wear and tear" of wagons and teams, and some wear and tear of heart, especially for going hungry now and then, and eating poor dry beef for a fortnight on the road. We were so foolish as to join company with this great multitude at Green River, 60 miles this side of the South Pass, and to come through with them, and dearly we paid for our folly. Our teams were broken down, and we were delayed three weeks and over beyond the time we might have made. There was a great deal of suffering in the train in consequence of the delay--suffering providentially arrested by relief of flour from the valley, meeting us ten days out, near the Sierra Nevadas. We cannot express our obligations to this people for their generosity. It is the noblest community I ever saw. Many had consumed their whole summer in a most sanguinary war of defense with the bloodiest horde of Indians on the continent; all the grain that could be destroyed by fire had been consumed, and many of the dwellings of the settlers burned down; business of all kinds was totally prostrated, and the famine of the past year threatened a continuance for a year to come, but as news reached the valley that emigrants were suffering on the road, a force of fifty rangers immediately volunteered for their defense against the Indians, and under their protection a train of mules with three tons of flour, $1,000 worth--was sent to their relief. The whole road to the Sierra Nevadas, and indeed for a hundred miles beyond, was thus effectually occupied and aid supplied as far as any necessity could be anticipated. Wherever the presence of Indians was suspected, there an efficient detachment of troops was posted and the closest watchfulness maintained; whenever property was plundered from emigrants, the most vigorous efforts were made to recover it--and when families were found destitute of bread, they were supplied at the lowest rates to those having money, and free to those having none. And twice after the first, during the emigrating season, provision trains under escort were sent out that there might be no possible failure of the abundance of their liberality. On account of the great disproportion of prices of labor and food, emigrants experience very great difficulty in getting through the first eight months of their residence here, and no one can realize the intense interest felt in their condition by the citizens of the valley. Every facility within reach of the people is afforded them to obtain food and to find employment. There is a great deal of industry in the valley, and the strangest mixture of economy and liberality I ever saw. With the evidences of friendliness, frankness and generosity a man everywhere meets, he can hardly believe the community to be composed of people from every part of the Union, a year ago all strangers to one another. Land here is good--but not as good as that of Wisconsin generally. It is too gravelly. Much of it, especially that most affected by drought, is quite naked. Generally it is about half covered with a short, thick growth of very rich bunchgrass that seems to spread some by grazing and may in places eventually form a close turf. A very little of the land on the streams has grass that may be mown--but the best of it is not what your farmers would call tolerable wild meadow. On the southern slopes of the mountains grass, much of it clover, takes the place of timber, while the northern slopes are covered with pine (mainly pitch pine), fir and yellow cedar--the latter differing a little from your white cedar, and approaching the famous redwood, palo colorado, of Oregon and California. Much of the southern slopes is grown up to a short, stunted wild sage--Fremont's artemisia--a form of which covers "the plains" from Scott's Bluffs, below Laramie, to the Sierra Nevadas--fit for neither fuel nor food for man or beast. There is soil everywhere. The rock is very seldom exposed. Now and then you see a wall of sandstone or hornblende running along the mountainside, but you see too that time is fast employed whittling them to earth.
The periodical drought produces a necessity for irrigation on almost all soils, for the coarser products. Wheat, oats and barley--all cereal grains--do well. They mature before they suffer. Flax is indigenous on all good soils from the Bear River to the Pacific. There is no three months of dog days to make corn. The summer nights are too cool for it and the drought a little too early. The early kinds are grown, but with no great success. With wheat we can beat the world--and perhaps with oats. With coarse vegetables the country does well. In fat cattle, it can't be beat. Now, at midwinter, there are hundreds of cattle, as fat as your best stall-fed, on the commons--propagating, growing, fatting, with as little human care as the deer on the mountains. The animal grows through all the seasons, and at one year old is as heavy as in your country at two. An ox here is expected to weigh eight to eleven hundred, of course, and you see one yoke performing a labor that two of ours can hardly do. The wheat crop for the next harvest is yet, Dec. 17, but little of it in. They sow till March. The plowing of the season is now from a third to a half done. It commences with the rains late in Nov. and continues to the middle of Feb. or first of March. It requires four or five yoke of oxen to break with a plow cutting 14 inches. We have had now four freezing nights, all in succession. It is called remarkably cold. Men complain of the cold as they do in your country when the mercury is 20 degrees below zero. Their houses are very open--about open enough for comfortable summer houses--and they expect to keep warm in them. The commerce of the country is carried on upon pack mules, and so mild are the winters that the "packers" expect to sleep and live in the open air in all seasons, even without tents. The highest point to which the mercury rose last summer was 112°--but the heat was not oppressive as it is in Wisconsin. The air is balmy from the effect of the sea, and one feels free about the chest in the highest heat of summer. In winter the temperature ranges in the neighborhood of zero to 14° below--seldom, perhaps never, freezing in the daytime, and only now and then nights. Nobody thinks of such a thing as feeding cattle in the winter. You sometimes see a little stack of hay designed for a working team in time of emergency--but this is not common. It is expected that teams will go right along through the winter, plowing and keeping fat on the new growth of grass which is now green and fine. The old Spanish trail and the present inland commercial route is through this valley, from California to Oregon. Thousands of mules are employed on it. Trains are constantly passing. And this multitude, winter and summer, subsist solely on grass. Potatoes and other coarse products are secured when ripe without regard to seasons. The potatoes are not yet all dug--though they ought to be. These things are secured against frost by putting them into houses about as close as a good log house. The mildness of the winter is a very great advantage to this country. The rains and fogs render it an unpleasant season, but far less than you in that country suppose. The rains came on this year about the middle of November. It rained more than half the time for ten or twelve days; since that, for eighteen days, we have had two storms, and enough to keep the ground very wet--that is all. This is the busy time of the year. Last summer and fall they had rains out of their season, and many suppose they may be looked for henceforth--but I apprehend there is no good ground for such a hope. We met these rains on the road and they were called unprecedented. The wet weather is from the south westward brought by a tropical sea wind; I take it to be a diverted western monsoon, ranging along the region of mountains forming the whole western coast country of the continent, and it comes warm almost like a summer shower. We have no cold rain storms.
Hogs do but indifferently. If I were coming out here again, I would bring two or three full-blood grass breed pigs. On the clover they would do as well as the bears and cattle--but those that subsist on roots and mast have a poor time of it. I should think the hogs of the valley were of Spanish stock--but mean and miserable as they are, a pig is worth an ounce of gold. With such as they are the country will soon be supplied and a better breed be called for. The breed of cattle cannot be improved. Everything of the kind becomes Durham in a year after it gets here. The Umpqua Valley, between here and the Willamette (pronounced Wil-lam-et) is said to be best for hogs. Hens may be obtained here for about $2.00 a pair. A family in our train took out a pair, with little trouble. I have seen no geese nor turkeys, and presume there are none in the valley. Surrounded by mountains as this valley is, it cannot, of course, be otherwise than well watered.
I can only say of the Rogue River what I have heard, that it is so large as to require ferries. On either side, down valleys three or four miles wide, flow little creeks--Bear, Butte, Evans, Antelope &c--from the mountains to the river. There are many little brooks that reach the creeks, and there you see everywhere small spring runs that in a little way lose themselves in the soil--and by all of these is afforded an abundant means for irrigation. A few, very few, trout are in the creeks, and some salmon live to get up here from the sea, but so bruised and beaten about by the drift in the swift streams that they are unfit to eat. Of game--on the wooden slopes the deer are really "too numerous to mention." Back a few miles in the mountains, the black, brown and grizzly bears are abundant. The grizzly is one of the noblest animals in the world--more powerful and more fearless than the tiger. There is a species of the American lion, and what is said to be a very fair representative of the hyena, in the mountains--though I doubt whether the latter is vouched for by any very good authority. Myriads of wild geese and sandhill cranes--but their place of resort, so far as we know anything about it, is several lakes in the interior, some of which we pass in coming over from the Humboldt, and of which I may write more fully at another time. The grizzly is an animal of incredible strength. I have seen a cub, five months old, break up a bullock's leg in the joint, stripping away the muscles from the bone with his claws. But they can neither climb a tree nor run along a steep hillside, and so they are not very dangerous. The fiercer animals have never been known to descend into the valley. Small game is scarce. Wild fruit, except the apple, is rather abundant. Of that, no form is found save the tree--a fine crab tree, but bearing only a very few small berries, half as large, perhaps, as a currant, and half as good. The grapes of this valley are abundant and superior. The domestic apple does remarkably well. The native plum grows on a dwarf bush, perhaps 10 to 18 inches high, and has the flavor of the peach. Apple trees for sitting are packed over from the Willamette and sold here for $1.00 each.
This valley is about 75 miles long and perhaps 8 wide, beside the valleys of the creeks. The lower part of the valley, half of it, or thereabouts, is reserved for the present for the Indians. They attempted last summer to drive out the whites, and after a war of three months, during which about 40 whites and 100 Indians were killed, peace was concluded by the surrender of the best half of the valley to the whites. These Indians are a wild, fierce tribe, of kin to the Diggers on the Humboldt, and about the lakes this side of there, and the Snakes of Snake River. They are degraded and cruel beyond measure. It is said that they murder for pastime. They will any of them shoot a man to get his hat. We saw the body of an emigrant that had been dragged from its grave, to be stripped, and left to the ravens. The whole country from the head of the Humboldt to this place, and indeed to the ocean, except the "desert," sixty miles, is infested by them to such an extent that no place is safe. I wrote you what we heard of the Humboldt Indians--the Diggers--of their extinction by the smallpox. We found it partially so--and no one comes over the plains without wishing it were so of all these tribes. At the western junction of the Bear River and Salt Lake roads, we heard of the war of the Utahs and Mormons, the particulars of which you probably had long ago. The opinion of the most intelligent men I saw who came that way was that the war was got up by the Mormons as a pretext for consolidating their military establishment and fortifying the passes to the city. Bad as the Utahs are, all who came that way agree that the Mormons are worse--that they are more adept at theft and more reckless at robbery. Much trouble is yet to be experienced with that community. The cattle trains that came by Salt Lake sustained more loss within striking distance of that city than those by the Bear River road on the whole trip. The closest vigilance was insufficient to prevent the theft of cattle. The property of emigrants is probably no safer there than in the country of the Pawnee. I thought our road over the mountains by the Bear River was the worst possible, but I would advise those having any more than a small number of cattle to come that way rather than run the hazards by Salt Lake. But I am digressing here. More of this anon.
The wood of the valley is mainly pitch pine, fir, cedar and bur oak. This pine cannot be split at all, and is too heavy for convenience--heavier than water. It however makes our lumber, while a mammoth pine of the mountain summits, called the sugar pine, makes our shingles and the shakes with which frame houses are generally covered. Our rail timber is the cedar and fir. The oak is a short, tough, gnarled tree like your bur oak, used only for fuel. The poplar and poorer species of the elm flourish along the streams, and in many places everything is covered with the grape vine. The yew tree grows here and there on the mountains--and so does the laurel. The alder grows to a tree 18 inches in diameter--but it is useless. There is a tree representing the butternut, but it has no fruit save a seed like that of the maple, and one called the manzanita, a more splendid tree than you ever saw; the "mistletoe bough" too, rendering the oak classic with its associations. The maple, linn and hickory are unknown here--though the hazel, a brittle thing in your country, by its singular toughness supplies the place of the latter for some purposes. The chaparral, the crookedest, ugliest and most obstinate bush you ever saw, forms the upland undergrowth.
The best-informed men put the population of the valley at three to four thousand--three to four hundred being in the village of Jacksonville--and among them our old friend, Dr. E. H. Cleveland, of Watertown. He is the only old acquaintance I have seen except Mr. Warren, of Hartland, whom I met on the plains and who called on you at your place. The Doctor is doing well--first rate--and sends his respects to all who remember him. He has actually driven out all competition and is now doing all the business of the valley in the line of his profession. The Dr. is now enjoying as much of wealth and the confidence of the people as any man in the valley. There are few--perhaps ten or twelve--families in the village. The first time I was here I saw but one woman, and she kept a bowling saloon and drunkery. Since that we have found a good society of families. The mass of the men "keep batch"--the merchants in their stores, and mechanics in their shops--even the Justice of the Peace, with several miners, cooks, eats and sleeps in "the office," a circular mosque-like building, made of "shakes," I believe without a board or pane of glass about it. The houses, except one, the Robinson House, are all made of these things, and are generally lighted by the crevices or windows of cotton cloth. The first successful schools in the valley are just started by persons of our company, are in Jacksonville to be the basis of an academy and one in the country. The first religious societies--three Methodist--are now being organized, with five clergymen, of the same denomination, all of our company, in the field. The most flourishing branches of business are those of the bowling saloon, the gambling den and the drunkery--and yet there is less of gambling and drinking in the place than you would expect to see. Merchants and mechanics are doing well. There is no cooper, gunsmith, carriage maker nor shoemaker doing business in the place--though by another year, they might all save the latter succeed well. We have but one sawmill in the valley--though three more, at least, are commenced, and a grist mill is to be ready for the next harvest.
We find it very difficult to become familiarized to the enormous prices in this country. Flour, this winter, ranges from 20¢ to 25¢ a pound, beef is 20¢ and 25¢, bacon, mess 37¢, prime 45¢, potatoes 6¢, squashes &c. 4¢ a pound. Salt is 25¢ a pound, candles 75¢-100¢, coffee 37¢, sugar 33¢, butter $1.25, milk 100¢ a gallon. While domestic staple products, it will be seen, bear from five to ten prices, labor bears but two to four--as, per day, $2.00-$3.00; per month, $50.00-$75.00. This renders it extremely difficult for emigrants to subsist the first few months. Some of our folks say they never before found "existence so much a problem." Some of them, men heretofore well to do in the world, have dug potatoes for every 30th bushel; some have worked for $2.00 a day, with board, and paid $4.80 a bushel for potatoes--the price when we came. I sold a good log chain for five squashes. A neighbor sold a good wagon for 100 hills of potatoes, and got the worth of the wagon, $80.00, and I sold one for 100 lbs. of flour and 750 lbs. or 12½ bushels potatoes. Oxen are worth, by the yoke, but $100 to $160 and cows from $75 to $100 each. The difficulty of obtaining food is increased 100 percent by the voracious wolfish appetites of all newcomers. People eat till they are themselves astonished, and oftener thus than till they are satisfied. I presume four-fifths of those who have been here but three months experience great trouble in getting enough to eat. It is a hard thing to say of the country, but it is true, and tell your readers if they do not wish to realize it, to stay at home. When a man gets to raising and selling agricultural products, or becomes established in any other business the profits of which are three or four times the profits of labor, he can prosper--but not till then. That is too true. And you can tell them that if people were not made over, or rather half unmade, by the dehumanizing processes through which they go from Kanesville here, they would never submit to the conditions of this country. They would never submit to living in such houses, with such an absence of the conveniences and comforts of eastern life, and such a destitution of intellectual and moral opportunities, if they had not already learned on the plains to submit to anything. You can tell them that too, and tell them they can never, in living here, get paid for coming over the plains. I am not homesick; I am not prejudiced; I only tell you facts. And it is in fulfillment of a pledge to many of your readers, to tell them facts, that I tell them much more than half of those, in this country of mild winters, of a fruitful soil and mines of gleaming gold, are dissatisfied and regret having come here. Of those who have come without their friends, I have heard not one express an intention to bring them here. The general expression of such is, "I am glad my family are not here," while the mass of those who stay, stay for other reasons than because they like the country. We are all told that by another year or so we shall prefer it to the East. I know not how that may be, but I know that a large portion of those who have been here eighteen months, the time of the settlement, intend to leave.
Mining is being perhaps fairly paid now. Some are making fortunes and some making nothing, or less. There is room for many thousand miners in this valley. The gold, in some quantity, is exhaustless. And the farther explorations are carried in every direction from us, the more extensive the gold-bearing country is found. New diggings are discovered somewhere every day. There is gold enough--more than can be washed out. And yet mining is a very precarious business. I would advise no one to come here to mine, because he is very likely to expend years of labor without profits and very sure to get less gold than will repay him for what he undergoes in coming and living a miner's life. It is worth something to "see the elephant," and well enough, perhaps, at least for a young man, to waste two years in learning the lesson of a trip to and a residence in this country, and it is "well enough" for them only, as young men are bound to fool away about so much time, and there is no school in which they can learn as fast, or by the discipline of which truths will be so indelibly impressed on their memories. I will write again soon.
My respects to all--accept assurances &c.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, March 29, 1854, page 1
of Yours, S. H. TAYLOR.
Correspondence of the Chronicle.
Letter from Oregon.
Jacksonville, O.T., Jan. 17, '54.Dear Sir--I write to advise you of the occurrence of a new and probably a serious difficulty with the Indians. On the 13th inst. a force of about 30 whites, near the Cottonwood, about 40 miles from here, on the road south to California, in the Shasta Valley, went out in pursuit of Indians who had for some weeks been engaged in the theft of cattle. They had traced them into the mountains to a cave, when they were attacked by about 100 Indians from an ambush, and dispersed with the loss of their rations and ammunition--having four men killed and four seriously wounded. The attack was well sustained by the whites, in a fight continuing in one form or another, all day. The loss of the enemy is unknown.
The Indians are of the Shasta and Rogue River tribes--a portion from a band located but about nine miles from here. It is generally treated as a prelude to certain war. A Capt. Wright, a famous Indian hunter, of this valley, has gone to the scene of the affair, and at Yreka and Cottonwood is raising a volunteer company to pursue them. It was intended to have 200 regular troops stationed in this valley before this time--but they are not here, and no one knows when they may be. But regulars or no regulars, should these tribes renew hostilities, the citizens will make short work with them. I will advise you of the progress of the affair.
Yours &c. S. H. TAYLOR.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, April 5, 1854, page 2
Jacksonville, Feb. 8, '54.Mr. Editor--I had hoped before this to give you the result of the difficulty with the Indians on the Cottonwood, of which I wrote you. The troops from Fort Lane found them in possession of a cave which was entirely inaccessible, and from which it was impossible to dislodge them by any of the ordinary means of warfare. They could not be reached even with shells. The attempt is now being made to open the cave by blasting--and so we yet hope there will soon be an end put to the affair. It is ascertained that the Indians have not the countenance of those portions of our Rogue River tribe who were a party to the war and treaty of last season.
Two Indians are now, today, on trial for murdering a white man before the U.S. Court now sitting here. I understand that the chiefs of this tribe sympathize with the prisoners, and declare their readiness to go to war again in the event of their conviction and execution.
The winter has been very cold. We had about five days during which it did not thaw in the shade, and about six days during which the ground was covered with snow--the deepest one and a half inches. We have had very little rain--the water is low, mining poor and times dull.
Yours, in haste, S. H. TAYLOR.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, May 10, 1854, page 2
BY S. H. TAYLOR.
Geological Description of the Country from Kanesville to Fort Laramie.
The first division of the country over which the emigrant passes is properly that portion of it extending from the Missouri River at Kanesville (Council Bluffs city), if he crosses there, to Fort Laramie--a distance of 500 miles. The first peculiarity that announces our approach to the Missouri River from the eastward is a succession of steep, irregular naked bluffs, or hills, of clay and quicksand mainly. The river sweeps through wide, low flats of the same material, and along the west or right bank appear the same hills again--and on both sides, in places, covered with stunted wood. In going over to the Elk Horn fork of the Platte, about 20 miles, the country is rolling prairie--but from this stream to Laramie the great peculiarity of the country is bluffs--naked bluffs of clay and quicksand. The 60 miles from the Horn to the Loup Fork has much as fine prairie upland as there is in the world--but you see the tendency to bluffs, and from this point you soon go into them, as naked and sterile and sandy as anywhere on the road. At about 300 miles from Kanesville are seen, perhaps, the first indications of gravel. From this the prevailing element of the soil to the Sierra Nevadas is gravel. You see an increase of it for a hundred miles before it becomes so predominant as to produce the sage, the prevailing vegetable of all the gravel plains--though it is not until you pass Laramie that the sage is so luxuriant as to attract much attention.
From the Missouri to Laramie, though embraced in the "Great American Desert" of our geographies, is but a border--a transitive region--between the desert proper and the great alluvial country of the western states, and extending northward to the "barren region" of the Coppermine and McKenzie rivers, and south, with little interruption, to Texas. It generally produces nothing but grass and a few coarse weeds--the former sometimes where the clay prevails assuming a very fine growth; while in some places the sand prevails to such an extent as to produce a total barrenness.
The valleys of the streams, especially along the eastern margin of this region, are characterized by a very fertile soil and an even, level surface. On the upland there is no wood--and on the lowland only heavy groves of cottonwood, wherever the land has been protected by bayous and river channels. Though along some streams flowing through a tenacious clay the elm or willow has ventured an attempt at life, yet the cottonwood is the only tree that seems to flourish. Within 200 miles or so of Laramie, even this wood disappears, and then, at least for a hundred miles, the country, valley and hill assumes the most naked and desolate appearance that can be conceived.
At somewhere about 100 miles from the Missouri, we find the first alkaline evidences. From this point, for near 2000 miles on the route of the emigration, the valleys of the streams are strewn with alkaline salts, and the soil and water impregnated with the alkaline principle either in the form of potash, soda or lime. In the valley of the Platte, up which we travel for eight hundred miles from the Missouri, it is uniformly in the form of potash--sometimes in the condition of black salts, sometimes saleratus, sometimes lye. The alkaline deposit is all on the original diluvial surface, below all the alluvium, or most recent formation. Sometimes, indeed, we saw where there was so much alkali in the surface that alluvial matter brought on by the stream became impregnated with it, and its evidences could be traced in the bank to a depth of several feet; it however generally extends through only a few inches, and is found where everything shows that its age is that of the diluvium or drift.
This whole region is a vast deposit of clay and mud overlying the new red sandstone and coal. In the Silurian period it was the lowest portion of the sea bed between the Rocky Mountains and the Alleghenies. Above the coal, which shows itself near both its eastern and western limits, lies the new red sandstone formation, in one place, above Laramie, showing itself to a depth of more than a thousand feet, and overlying this is the great deposit of clay and sand, the depth of which can only be conjectured. From the immense area over which it extends, and the depth--perhaps 1000 feet--in which denuding forces have cut their channels, as well as from evidences at the western limit, about the Black Hills, it is evident that the depth of this singular formation, still more the depth to the coal, must be estimated by thousands of feet.
This formation exhibits no evidences of volcanic disturbance, and very little of stratification. Though up near Laramie it is more solidified, and sometimes presents a table of clay rock, of very even thickness, quite hard, from the bank, projecting beyond the over- and underlying clay bed. The surface is very uneven. The water was evidently the only agent employed in cutting out the deep channels that convert its surface into a mere succession of bluffs and ravines. The range of the irregularities is nearly north and south, showing the direction of the forces by which they were made. Back from the river valleys, not among but on the bluffs, are some large and very fine plains, and by the surface of these as well as the general line of level of the summits and bluffs may be determined the surface of this formation previous to its denudation. The curiosities of which I wrote--the Courthouse, Scotts and Chimney bluffs--are mere spurs, projections left by the removal of the surrounding earth. We made these bluffs three or four hundred feet high, but as we afterwards became better acquainted with heights and distances in the strange atmosphere of the plains, we were prepared to receive the assurances of those who have visited them that their height is from 700 to 1000 feet. Generally 50 to 150 feet will measure the height of these elevations from the valley of the Platte.
The great wonder of this region is the valley of the Platte up which our road lies. At right angles to the course of all like great rivers in the Northern Hemisphere, and to the direction of all the known forces by which like valleys were created, its existence must be attributed to causes not only peculiar to the time and place, but more powerful than those by which general results were produced. We know that the currents of the glacial period, which have left their traces all over the Northern Hemisphere, were from the north to the south, and with very little eastward or westward bearing. But the direction of this valley is to the east, with a very little southward bearing. There can be no doubt but it was produced by a current of water, and yet its direction is opposed to that of what have been received as the most recent currents.
This valley is one of the most interesting subjects to which the observing emigrant feels his attention directed. He finds himself, if on the north side of the stream, for hundreds of miles constantly traveling over a level plain more extensive than anything he has ever seen--challenging his wonder for its mere extent--at his right a large, irregular line of upland, sometimes near, sometimes so far away as to appear only as a mirage, all everywhere covered with grass, only grass and a few bright little flowers that he finds a strange pleasure in comparing with types more beautiful, perhaps, only because loved hands had fostered them by the paths of the old home, and along the left the dark groves of cottonwood hanging over one of the grandest streams on the continent, a stream he is compelled to admire for its length, its breadth, its depth, its grand rolling flood, sweeping steadily, straightly on, through an almost silent solitude that for vastness compares only with itself. On and on for weeks he travels, wondering at the valley and river more than he ever wondered before--wondering when and how the scene came--by what mighty cause it was produced.
The valley is very straight, so straight that the traveler is never conscious of turning from a direct line to accommodate himself to its course, and nearly all the way widening gradually to its mouth. The river pursues a singularly direct course along the southern wall of the valley, which seems to be everywhere the lowest side, with none of those great bends that characterize western streams. It has few small tributaries--the Horn and the Loup on the north, and the Big Blue and South Platte on the other, all being large enough for commerce, though it is not until we get above the confluence of the latter that we notice the main stream to be materially smaller. For 200 miles it is so large that it may take a heavy stream without an observable change in its volume. At 350 miles from its mouth it is twice as wide as the Mississippi at Fulton, where we crossed it, and certainly much swifter--though probably not so deep.
For near 200 miles up this stream, as well as up the Horn and Loup, agriculture and commerce are destined to flourish, and a great state will grow up.
----From Laramie we enter upon a region of country entirely different in its surface, soil and productions. Like the region we have been considering, this rises rapidly at the westward toward the base of the Wind River chain of mountains, where it forms the summit of the western slope of the Mississippi Valley. Unlike the country below, it has been subject to perhaps every form of volcanic disturbance. When 100 miles below Laramie we are warned of a change in the country by the silvery form of Laramie Peak, still 50 miles above that point, lifting itself 4000 feet above all the world about it. It is one of the Black Hills, on the south side of the Platte, a section of which extends to the north side and lies across our road for a distance of 50 miles. One has been weary of the alkaline plains, and is rather pleased with the diversity that here attracts his attention, but with his tender-footed cattle crippling and hobbling on the sharp quartz and slate gravel, and his rickety wagons reeling, creaking, twisting about on the side hills and pitches, and cracking on the angular rocks--all apparently waiting only for the most unfortunate and uncomfortable place to fall down--he is glad when he escapes from the Black Hills, though it be to find confirmation of his apprehensions that the good road of the overland route is passed.
From Fort Laramie to the South Pass.
The country of the Black Hills was as much broken up as the volcanic force could break it, and has been since as much torn up by water as was in the nature of things possible. Its elevations seem to have no range, no regular direction, and almost every one seems to have been a volcanic focus of its own. The disruptions are only as low as the slates, and wherever they appear they have been removed by water, and only the flanks of sandstone are left, with an interior depression where was once an elevation of the soft clay slate. The northern currents must have been diverted to the eastward, and have swept among these hills with a terrible license. There was nothing here that could resist the water. The slates are everywhere removed--the sandstone broken up and its fragments carried about--the clay formation swept away. Only on the high hills, now and then, is the clay to be seen in its original position and the sandstone and quartz but little disturbed. Through these hills the Platte finds its way, sometimes in a narrow deep, dark canyon, between perpendicular walls that in one place rise to the height of 800 feet.
From the Black Hills the country is for 150 miles much broken up. There are hills of gravel, hills of drifting sand, hills of rock--the new red sandstone--and some very fine valleys, only that they are of sand and gravel, and covered only with sage and grease bush, and white with saleratus. Grass grows among the Platte bottoms, and in the hills we begin to find a "bunchgrass," very fine and very nutritive, growing with the sage on the dry gravel. This is the best feed, and in many places the only feed, on the route. This region has evidently undergone some change by volcanic disturbance since the period of the alkaline deposits and the currents that denuded the valley of the Platte. Among the results of this, the great coal field that in its eastern limit appears over a large part of Iowa in its western limit presents itself here in exposures that may be regarded as among the wonders of the route. In some places extensive beds of it are covered by the merest quantity of earth, and in one place where I was, the Platte had cut its channel to the depth of perhaps 100 feet down through a coal bank having a transverse of ¼ to 2 miles, and longitudinally sweeping away from the river as far as its elevation could be seen--and this was concealed by a surface of soil. There by the wayside are two little springs reported poisonous--one a weak lye, the water circulating probably through an alkaline deposit, and the other coming through coal and bringing particles which it deposits at the bottom, and which give it the appearance of black water. They are probably neither of them poisonous.
In going on up to the summit of the South Pass, about 100 miles, we follow the Sweetwater in its windings among the Rattlesnake Mountains, here mere granite outlines of the Rocky Mountains. These are a singular feature of the country. They are generally mere spurs of naked granite rock, elevated when in a state of partial fusion, and at a very remote period, probably entirely before the deposition of the slates. There is no evidence of the distribution of anything else than the primary rock--no evidence of the existence of anything else at the time when these masses were raised up. Independence Rock is one of these--no more remarkable however than many others. This rock is an unbroken mass, of an oval form, accessible in but one place--said to be 80 rods long, 20 rods wide and 260 feet high. There is not earth enough in the whole mass to sustain a blade of grass. We saw on this rock thousands of names of emigrants who have perpetuated their memories, if not while time, at least while wagon grease, endures. The "Devils Gate" is an immense chasm in one of these rocks, 500 feet deep, and just wide enough to admit the Sweetwater, which dashes and foams among the rocks at the bottom. This chasm is the result of a dislodgement of a part of the mountain, or rather a disruption of the mountain, and is perhaps one of the grandest natural curiosities in the world. The best entrance is from below, and we go up under the mountain wall, by a footpath, climbing over huge boulders, and find the canyon gradually narrow to a fissure perhaps 100 feet wide with perpendicular walls, through which the stream embouches a mere mass of foam. It is so pent up by these walls that sounds ring and reverberate as if in a cavern, and one is astonished as he looks up and sees how very high they are. But these mountains are all curiosities. They are so very naked of earth and vegetation--so precipitous and inaccessible--they look so very ancient and so enduring and so solitary--and we travel through among them and around them--and they are every way so different from anything we have seen or heard of that we view them with the profoundest wonder. I ascended several of these. In one case a company went up with me to a point we supposed over 1000 feet high, and from which, as we looked down on our encampments, our wagons and tents looked like so many sheep. In all these mountains, I saw no other rock than granite, except three or four dikes of brilliant basaltic trap.
We pass out from among these strange elevations, however, as we go up the Sweetwater, and find the mountains low and broad at the base, so that we go over them by good roads. They are mostly covered with drift of quartz and trap gravel, and we are not always aware of it when crossing them. In one place we travel six miles over the basset edges of gneiss in a vertical position, the edges just appearing above the surface and presenting the most singular appearance that can be imagined. The road crosses at least seven miles breadth of the original rock, the slates and old red sandstone in a vertical position forming the flank of the range so that ten miles in depth of the earth's crust is presented by this disruption, and this embracing only the azoric system. It is twenty miles across this mountain, and the Sweetwater flows through a chasm that entirely separates it transversely--probably a fissure produced by a disturbance occurring long after the first upheaval. As the trail approaches this great range it strikes off from the river and by a route a little circuitous crosses it in such a way that were it not for the the appearance of the canyon just where we turn, we might pass without knowing that there is a mountain here.
By a foolhardy adventure, I had the opportunity of learning about as much of "height and depth" of this elevation as any emigrant, perhaps, who has been through. We reached the turn of the road about 1 o'clock, and attracted to the south wall of the canyon by a strong curiosity to study its geology, and hearing that the road came to the river again in five miles, without consulting our guide I took my rifle and crossed the stream, climbing the mountains, which I found covered with a less of drift than there is in the north side, and the rocks consequently better presented. I found much to interest me--traces of an extinct volcano--walls of trap, fragments of lava, metamorphic sandstone &c., and of course stayed too long. Night came on and I found no junction of the road and stream. I hurried till dusk, and still it was mountains ahead. I concluded to cross to the north side and gain the road. So I went down from a peak which I had ascended for observation, and at a half mile or so found myself on the bank of the river--and such a bank! It was more than a thousand feet high, and as I looked down into the deep, dark abyss, I could see the Sweetwater like a mere little line of foam lying at the bottom, and on the opposite side a precipitous wall of rocks, higher than where I stood, and extending as far as I could see up and down the stream. And it was night--but I must cross, and knew I could cross, somewhere and in some way. I had been a good deal in the mountains along the way--had had some adventures--had been out once four days and to gain the trains had swum the Platte in a canyon in the Black Hills, holding to an ox's tail--but this was the first time I had felt very particularly hurried. I effected a very good descent, but found it impossible to ford the stream. The current was so swift that a man could not hold his footing on the slippery rocks in eight inches water. The river was reduced to half its breadth and depth, and was the most frantic stream I ever saw--dashing up on great rocks that had fallen from the walls, and covering them with foam and filling the dark, cold canyon with its spray and the sound of its roaring. I worked along up the stream, climbing over big boulders, crawling over slippery faces of gneiss and slate, creeping through thick, tangled brushwood--all wet with spray, and cold--looking eagerly in the gloom for someplace where the water might be deep and slow--I cared not how deep if it were only slow--someplace where I might cross by swimming, or wading, or leaping from rock to rock. I must have gone up the river in this way several miles, when in the dish of an eddy I effected a crossing. Without much delay, you may believe, I climbed the cliff and struck across the country to find the trail--and by midnight I was in the camp of our train--and much wiser than before, when I learned that in addition to the wolves that had made themselves much more familiar than agreeable, it was a "great place for grizzlies in that canyon," and my rifle had been loaded so carelessly it would not go off.
The surface about the summit is broken by low ranges running in various directions, and everywhere covered with drift. There is no change by which the summit is made apparent to the traveler, any more than there is about the dividing ridge between the waters flowing into the Mississippi and Great Lakes. After the last crossing of the Sweetwater, we went down in the stream and encamped, and the next day before noon we were at the Pacific Springs, a dirty, miry slough, but noted as the first water flowing the other way.
At our right and not far off we see the eastern range of the Rocky Mountains. The absence of any other mountains at the east and west of it gives it a very solitary appearance. From good points of observation we looked away north along its eastern and western banks, but could see no other object of the kind. From a little farther on we saw the Green River Range, corresponding to the Wind River, coming up from the south and terminating suddenly within perhaps 50 miles of us, at our left, and thus leaving a pass of about 40 miles.
----In all this region from Laramie to the summit of the South Pass, there is no soil--no alluvium. It is drift--drift to the surface, and almost totally destitute of fertilizing agents. It is just what your country would be if stripped to the gravel, and that robbed of the hornblende and decomposed vegetable matter. This is properly the "Great American Desert"--though not a desert in the sense in which your readers generally understand it. It is everywhere covered with some form of vegetation--generally sage--what Fremont called artemisia--and grease bush. Here is a little clay along the streams, and in places the grass covers the ground. On the upland where the rocks are presented, there is a little soil in the fissures, and a dwarfed and stunted cedar now and then succeeds in an attempt at existence.
The alkali in some condition increases from where we first see it on the lower Platte, to the summit of the pass. From the Black Hills all the way up we saw depressions in the gravel valleys, where the lye had accumulated during the early rains, and the water evaporating had left a sheet of beautiful white saleratus, sometimes the third of an inch in thickness. Very commonly we found the flats of the rivers and their little tributaries, all white with this substance. Sometimes a brook, losing itself in the gravel, appears in little pools in its bed, and the water standing in these places is so charged with alkali as to be fatal to anything that drinks it. Great care is required all through this region, and sometimes all the effort of which a company is capable to get a train of cattle safely by these places. At one of these brooks, just before reaching the Sweetwater, we saw the carcasses of cattle that had evidently drunk of the water and died without turning around--and for two or three miles we saw more dead cattle, I think, than anywhere else on the plains. The grass of the Sweetwater flats is all charged with alkaline principle and is very hurtful to cattle and sheep. Horses and mules seem but little affected by the alkali, dogs not at all. Our dogs would plunge in the alkaline pools by the wayside and drink with perfect impunity. Just above the bridge or old upper ford of the Platte, 150 miles above Laramie, about two miles back in the high sand hills, is a great plain of grass, the depressions in which are occupied by alkaline pools, which when I visited them were dry, and in some places I found a hard encrustation of saleratus more than half an inch in thickness. Five or six miles beyond this, a little stream flowing along the western border of the plain comes down across the road, and at the crossing presents the appearance of creek flats in this region, but by following up three miles we find it running through thousands of acres of land either covered with saleratus or so impregnated with alkali that it has the peculiarities of the earth about an ashery.
Up to this point we find no hot springs. On the south side of the Platte, 12 miles above Laramie, in the bottom of an immense canyon, a warm spring comes rolling up out of the white gravel, so like the cold springs with which you are familiar that you cannot realize that it is not cold and refreshing, until you have tasted and tasted, and it is so insipid and sickening that your stomach refuses it. On the north side it may be remarked that the water of springs is not generally so cold as in the low country at a distance from mountain ranges. About 50 miles above Laramie, just where we go out of the Black Hills, about two miles, perhaps, before reaching the river, in a ravine at the left of the road, is a spring of sweet water. I supposed it poisonous, of course, but found it good. I found friends encamped there, and as I had been out from the train all day, and traveled from early morning without drink, I was very thirsty. They had used it freely, and I drank of it to excess--same, indeed, as you would drink Saratoga water--and without the least unpleasant result. We could detect in it no flavor, no taste whatever, except its sweetness. We had some chemical and geological talent present, but no "talent" that pretended to even a guess in regard to its origin.
The country from Laramie to the summit may all, in one sense, be called volcanic. Its surface everywhere exhibits traces of volcanic disturbance. The first 50 miles embracing the Black Hills was broken up at the time of the new red [sand]stone, and that with the underlying coal, old red sandstone and slates is exposed. Here for the first time we discover the absence of the lime rock. For it is a fact that on the western slope of the original depression of the Mississippi Valley, as indicated along the upper Platte and the Sweetwater to the summit, this portion of the Silurian system is entirely wanting--as it is known to be from the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific, except in the Salt Lake Valley. Over this vast region there is probably not a particle of the common limestone to be found. Just before going over an elevation at the head of the Humboldt, I saw a mountain of primary lime rock associated with the hornblende and granite in places, which I had a good opportunity to visit--but nowhere did I find, nor, since leaving the Missouri, have I seen a specimen of the carboniferous limestone.
From the Black Hills to the Rattlesnake Mountains, a distance of 150 miles, the country has been elevated as recently as since the deposit of the alkali, but was not then broken up in its surface, at least along the line of the trail. The Rattlesnake Mountains, as I remarked before, are more granite spurs protruding through the stratified rocks in an undisturbed position. These mountains must be far older than anything else along the way. They were anterior to all the stratified rocks, dating beyond the aqueous formations to the period when fire was the agent employed in the modification of the earth's crust. And what is very remarkable, there has been no subsequent disruption of the stratified rocks. They repose horizontally at the bases of these granite masses, just as they were at first formed. The country has been elevated without local disturbance.
Above the Rattlesnake Mountains the most apparent disturbance was probably at the time of the elevation of the Black Hills--though the condition of things here is much obscured by the immense mass of drift which covers almost everything. The quantity of gravel deposited along this great dividing ridge is incredible. The valleys of one series of mountain ranges are filled with it almost to the summits. The original condition of things is so concealed that as I said before, we go over mountains hardly knowing that they are here.
From this point we commence the descent to the Pacific coast. In running over what I have written, I find I have been somewhat prosy and a little stringy, perhaps--I will endeavor to be more brief and less tedious henceforth. I might be very brief and very near the truth, by saying that this whole country for hundreds of miles in breadth, and extending from Mexico to the Bering's Straits, is all a region of mountains--just as many mountain ranges as can lie side by side, north and south, with a great many traversing them transversely, east and west, and "ever so many" hills and peaks put in to fill up.
(Continued next week.)Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, May 10, 1854, page 1
Oregon Correspondence.Watertown Chronicle, Watertown, Wisconsin, May 17, 1854, page 1
BY S. H. TAYLOR.
Geographical and Geological Description of the Country from the Summit or Dividing Ridge to the Soda Springs.
We came to the Bear River cutoff to the Humboldt, from the Humboldt by the South Oregon Road to this little valley, and found it all the way mountains--the answer of those who had been on the North Road, the California Road, and all the other roads, was: "It is about the same that it is along here, only, if anything, a little worse." There is no stopping place for man except that of the floodwood, a lodgment on the margin of a stream. All the back country of Oregon interior, from the Cascade and Siskiyou Mtns., though appearing in the maps as open plains traversed only by the Sierra Nevadas and Black Mtns. is broken into mountains and ravines and covered with a sterile soil producing nothing that can meet human wants. Eastern California and the Utah country is very little better--the Mormons have got a fertile spot there. West of these mountains, towards the coast by some mistake, or failure, or the exhaustion of the volcanic power, perhaps, there is now and then a vacancy between the mountains where a few dozen, or a few hundred, families may subsist, and two valleys, those of the Willamette and Sacramento, sufficient for large communities. Your ideas of this country do, in no respect, approximate to the fact. You have no correct opinion of the relative extent of inhabitable and uninhabitable country.
From the summit of the great dividing ridge to the shore of the Pacific Ocean, there is within the limits of the United States ten hundred thousand square miles of land that to the civilized world is not worth the first red cent. There is six hundred millions of acres that would not pay for cultivation, and which, for the value it has, the world would not miss if it were engulfed by an earthquake. Except for the gold, of course, except for the gold. Except for this, so far as human forecast can discern, the sinking of this vast area as far below the level of the sea as it is above it, would be a blessing to the world by extending the empire of the fishes.
From the summit, by a circuitous route, we cross a level strip of gravel waste, covered with sage and greasewood, about 100 miles wide, before entering the mountains. The first day takes us to the Dry Sandy. We have long been familiar with dry brooks, but this is our first dry river--an actual river and in the dry season without water--and without a blade of grass or a plant, or any other green thing that requires water to live. The next day the California road by Salt Lake bears to the left, going down the Little Sandy and Big Sandy--streams having water enough, but the merest mockery of grass--and the Oregon road by Fort Hall, going to the right and crossing these streams, and making 45 miles over a gravel waste, with no water, to the Green River, from thence striking to the great bend of Bear River, where it forks, one road going towards the Columbia by Fort Hall and the other towards the Humboldt, joining the Salt Lake road again on the way. This road over the 45-mile descent is the noted "Sublette Cutoff" from the Salt Lake road. We came by the "McKinne Cutoff," keeping down the Salt Lake road to where it is but 18 miles from the Big Sandy to the Green River, and there going over by a single easy drive, and then getting back to the Sublette road before going into the mountains.
These mountains extend in a series of ranges from the Green to the Bear river, about sixty miles--and indeed all the way to the Pacific. The rock is generally concealed by drifts of gravel, with a growth of sage and some dwarf cedar and pine. These ranges seem very little broken by canyons and chasms. In the second range, I think, we ascend an elevation on which, in July, trains have encountered heavy snow storms. I should think there was little difference between the height of this range and that of the Sierra Nevadas where the road to the Rogue River crosses. And on this mountain is a fine fir grove, the only fir trees I recollect having seen east of the Nevadas.
A very remarkable peculiarity of very many of these mountains, to the Sierra Nevadas, is that the central portions have been removed by the denuding force of water, and flanks of the original ranges are left, and now constitute two ranges instead of the original one. The disruption only embraces the sandstone, quartz and slates. The latter is a soft clay rock, easily broken up, while the quartz and sandstone are very hard, and were capable of resisting the currents by which the slates were denuded. The slate occupied the highest and main portion of the elevation, and the other rocks an inferior position on the sides. How high the slates were before being disturbed by aqueous currents can only be conjectured. We only know that in some cases the summits of the remaining flanks, the present mountains, are from a mile, perhaps, to six miles separated, and from five hundred to a thousand feet high. This would indicate a very great height to the original range. However this may be, we know that there are now, in many cases, two mountains where there was once but one.
From the summit to the Nevadas, I believe I saw but one place where the disruption extended to primary rock. Not long after leaving the Bear River country, there is a singular place called in our guides the "pyramid circle." We enter a broken valley, surrounded by a wall of mountains, in a form somewhat circular, and enclosing several spurs of loose, crumbling granite, called pyramids, but having more the form of an umbrella. The body of the rock is very loose, but by some cause the surface has been so indurated that it presents great resistance to the action of the elements. At the base, where the rock is more exposed, the disintegution evidently commenced, and has proceeded inward and upward, the lower portion falling off and the upper remaining entire--presenting forms that attract a great deal of curiosity. The shape is nearly that of an oval-headed mushroom, with a very large stalk, or a round house with very large eaves.
In the same region of country, in a valley produced by the denudation of the azoric system, like those referred to before, is the only place where I saw the mica slate, and this, with another like valley, called the "valley of the thousand springs," where the chlorite slate appears, is the only place where I saw the slate of any other character than argillaceous.
----What you would consider, and what you have heard of, as the greatest wonder of the overland route--the soda springs--is on the road by which we came. And as an isolated phenomenon, perhaps it is so--though when viewed in connection with some other facts falling under our observation, we look upon it more as the result of natural laws than as a curiosity. It is not here alone that we find this form of alkali. To this point, the bend of the Bear River, we have noticed it but little, for we have not been prepared to look for it, but from here westward we find it appearing very extensively in the place of the saleratus and lye of the Platte and Sweetwater valleys. This form of alkali has been ejected in inconceivable quantities by the volcanoes of this country, and the waters of the warm and hot springs we find very commonly charged with it. Perhaps in the waters of no spring did we find so much of it, though we saw soda springs discharge a far greater quantity of water. There are peculiarities of the Bear River springs, however, that render them a very great curiosity.
Soda Springs--Crater of an Extinct Volcano.
A day or so back of these springs, by a spring of delicious cold water that rises by the side of the road, is several acres of rock like that commonly known as "petrified moss"--a deposit of the carbonate of lime--and which one sees at once could not have resulted in the ordinary mode of such deposits. This rock we find abundant about, and forming the bowl of these springs. It is not the carbonate of lime--but a carbonate with the principle of sodium instead of calcium--soda instead of lime. As this rock forms at the bottom and sides of a spring, and where the water discharges, the cavity of course fills up, and the wall rises about it, and soon we have a great curiosity in the form of the spring rather than in the character of the water.
As we drive down the valley, the first intimation we have of the neighborhood of these springs is the sight of a great oval grey object, like a haystack at a distance and at the right of the road, and instantly the train is all in a buzz about the "soda springs," for all seem at once conscious that they have something to do with them. A few minutes brings us to one, and we find it the largest mass of solid rock we ever saw except in the Rattlesnake Mtns. and Pyramid Circle--and on the top a little basin not so large as your bath, about half full of strong soda water which is constantly and violently agitated by bubbles of gas escaping from the orifice at the bottom and throwing the water out on the wall, where every drop contributes its particle towards the enlargement of this huge mass. There are other cavities about the summit, but all except one are dry, the water having probably found its way to the surface by other avenues. This mass is about 40 feet high by 70 to 80 broad at the base, though while the rock at the summit appears quite new and fresh, and is hard, that at the base, where it commenced forming, has been much cut down by atmospheric action, and is found to crumble to the hand.
We observe many, perhaps a hundred or more, of these elevations, and covering probably a thousand acres of land on both sides of, and doubtless in, the river. Many of them are dry--some have been dry so long that the rock on the summit is softened. Generally a very little water is discharged. The best one is in the river bank. The water is highly charged with soda, and there is a large quantity, five times as much as at all the others, flowing out. The famous "Steamboat Springs" is one of these. Its water is thrown up perhaps three feet by escaping gas. Just by this are many of these "craters," as they are called, dry--and here we drive over a ridge of this soda rock for 50 rods, and I know not but a half mile. There are places where this rock has evidently formed and crumbled entirely away. There is very little rock deposited about the large spring in the bank, and probably it has been flowing only a comparatively short time--the water having originally escaped by other avenues that have now a higher outlet than this.
The Bear River, at this bend, after having flowed northerly through its whole course, turns suddenly round perhaps the most magnificent mountain wall on the whole route, an almost perpendicular crag a thousand feet high or more, crowned by a dark forest of pine and cedar--and goes off south toward Salt Lake, along the eastern margin of a volcanic plain, while the Fort Hall road goes north along the same margin, and the road to the Humboldt strikes directly across it to the west. This plain was once in a condition differing very little from that of an active volcano. It is a vast tract of sandstone once exposed to a heat so intense and so continued that it is difficult to distinguish it from lava. It was more properly a boiling lake of molten rock than a volcano. The surface has undergone disintegration to such an extent that it is nearly all covered with soil. One portion of the plain has fallen below the other--dropped down--and the broken edge of the upper portion is exposed in a black jagged wall, perhaps, in some places, forty feet high. We see very many chasms produced by the cooling and contracting of the mass--some of which are wide enough for a man to go down in them--though they are choked up with dislodged fragments of rock.
Soon after leaving the river, at the left of the road and about a mile from it, is what our guides called a crater of an extinct volcano. We pronounced against it without going out to it--which we very much regretted it, for some who went out for diversion decided unhesitatingly that it was a "genuine" crater. I presume it was an aperture through which the subterranean heat had vented after the cooling and closing of the surface, but I doubt whether it could have been, further than this, a volcanic focus. No quantity of lava has certainly been expelled to form a bed over the metamorphic sandstone lying at the base, nor has there been an active force sufficient to raise the mass of the crater, nor to produce any disruptions around it.
Fifteen miles, perhaps, of the course of the river where we follow it is through an arm of this plain, and as we go down we easily trace the change of the sandstone from its original and stratified to its high metamorphic condition, and as we go out on the plain itself we find that the rock has been not only melted but boiled, and that in cooling it assumed to some extent the columnar structure of trap. The soda springs are at the lower part of this arm of the plain, but all about in their neighborhood the sandstone is covered by a thermal rock the product of the springs, and the same as the masses through which the water escapes. Before reaching the springs, in a depression produced by the dropping down of a tract of rock, probably while the cooling process was going on--we find the clay surface filled with a white powder, which, on examination, proves to be soda. The same phenomenon occurs about the springs. But through this region I saw no other form of alkali.
----Perhaps the greatest curiosity of the overland route is the hot springs of the Humboldt country, though this region has been so little explored away from the immediate valley of the stream, that comparatively little is known of them. In the last valley before going over to the head of the Humboldt we pass a cluster of warm and hot springs by the roadside, in some of which the water is very near the boiling point--and above this at the head of the valley, three miles at the left, we spent a Sabbath by a beautiful hot spring. The next Sabbath we passed just where the road leaves the river and keeps the bluffs for a day and a half. Here one of our company casually discovered a very remarkable spring in the bluffs just at the margin of the flats on the south side of the stream. His attention was arrested by an immense mass of thermal rock, such as we had seen about the soda springs, and in searching for the cause discovered a great reservoir of hot water that eclipsed everything we had seen in the way of wonders. The wall by which the waters were enclosed was of thermal rock, a little higher than the bluffs on the bluff side of it, and perhaps forty feet higher than the valley on which it rested. It was probably twenty feet from the summit down, inside, to the water--the descent in some places perpendicular, and in others so gradual that we could go down without difficulty--and it was perhaps eight rods across at the top, and as much as six or seven at the surface of the water. As we looked down into the hot steaming dark waters, no bottom, nor material contraction of the banks could be discovered. We dropped in white stones, and watched them as they went down, down into the darkness and were lost to sight. On the steeper side the water was intensely hot--too hot for you to touch it without pain--but on the other side, it was merely warm, and furnished, probably, a delicious bath to multitudes of frogs. We removed several of these reptiles on the other side, to test the heat of the water, and one thrown into the hottest place died instantly, and for aught that we could discover was cooked as quick as he would have been in boiling water. There is no discharge of water at any visible point. It has no external peculiarity of a spring--no visible supply or discharge. It appears merely as a vast basin of hot water, in the rock--a cauldron so immense, so hot, so deep and dark beneath, that one almost fears to venture about it.
Hot and Boiling Springs--Another Crater of an Extinct Volcano.
The waters once escaped over the top of the rim, and I could discover where they last flowed off--but as they built up the wall by deposits, the height and pressure became so great that they were forced off by lower avenues.
We went down from twenty to forty rods from this interesting object, and here, in the river bank, the seething water came hissing and steaming from perhaps twenty fissures in the rock, and with almost the force with which it would escape at the valves of a steam engine. The quantity of boiling water discharged is incredible, and I can give you no idea of the effect of the scene on the mind.
I should have pronounced this, taking it all together, as the greatest wonder we might hope to find anywhere--but I suppose there is a more remarkable boiling spring, a day and a half, I think, below this, on the south side of the river, opposite where we go out of the bluffs to the flats. At a distance of perhaps two or three miles we saw what appeared as a great bluff of thermal rock, and had the curiosity to make inquiries of traders whom we found on the meadows just below, and in whom, for reasons we could confide [sic]. The remarkable peculiarity of this spring is that it has a regular ebb and flow. The water falls back as if to gather strength, and then rushes up with such force as to be thrown several feet into the air. In one of the openings--for there is about a hundred of them, large and small--a rock is lifted from its position where, when it is down, it closes the aperture to a great extent, like a valve, and raised almost to the surface, when the water retires and it falls again to be raised at the next flow.
After seeing these, or either of them, a common hot spring possesses little of interest. And then we see so many that we became quite too familiar with them and pass them by without the least attention, and unless it be to ascertain with what alkaline principle their waters are charged, or to detect some new peculiarity. On the Rogue River road we see one that actually boils, and even that is not considered worth going twenty rods to visit. There was more talk about an unfortunate woodchuck that had by some casualty been boiled up in one of them than about all the hot springs for three hundred miles. Some of these springs are charged with soda, some with lime and some, perhaps, with potash--though it is difficult, by the taste, to determine the form in which the alkali exists, unless the water be cold, or nearly so. I should think there was both soda and lime along the Humboldt, and I know that the lime prevails from the Humboldt to the Nevadas, and the soda from there to the Siskiyou Mtns.--though from thence towards the coast I know not whether there be any alkali at all.
What more interested me than anything else on the route was the phenomena of the desert on the Rogue River or Lawson road. After making about 45 miles from the Humboldt, over a plain of gravel and sage, traversed by two ranges of low mountains, and remarkable only for the absence of grass and good water, we enter a tract forming its western border, where the gravel gives place to clay charged with lime, and the surface becomes totally naked of vegetation--the only barren desert over which we pass. The object at which the road aims is a high, naked point of a mountain range that extends perhaps twenty miles down from the northward, and up the valley lying at the western flank of which our road goes--the road to Shasta Valley turning to the left at this point, where we find a hot spring and a little meadow of grass and rushes, a mere green spot in the midst of a naked plain. From here we find several large hot springs flowing out at the base of this range and watering little meadows, two miles or so apart, and here, twenty miles [omission] we linger about two or three days trying to recruit our cattle from the exhaustion produced by two and a half days of toil without food or drink. The mountain is so steep, so rocky, so broken and black and desolate, and it overlooks such an immense, cheerless, gleaming waste of plain, that we cannot be wearied with looking about it and climbing it and studying its peculiarities.
The extreme point of this range is known on our guides as Black Rock, and the springs at its foot as Black Rock Springs, and they form a great waymark on this road. As we pass we notice a deep indentation of the western side of the mountain, by which the high point seems almost separated. A ridge runs along on the eastern side, still joining the point to the range, and forming its only connection. This indentation is the crater of an extinct volcano from which mud was ejected to form this margin of the plain. We have heard of no such thing as a volcano of this kind in North America--but there can be no doubt of the character of this. The evidences leave no room for doubt. In climbing about over its smoked and blackened walls as they stand yet on the north and south sides, nearly entire, I felt that I was not entirely unpaid for crossing the plains, and I lingered about it till night, and till the moon set, though it was the very gloomiest and most cheerless spot on which I ever spent a night hour. The western wall of the crater has been entirely broken away, so that there is now only a slight elevation running along where it once stood, and you can trace its course and its thickness by the basset edges of the slates that once formed its base. The eastern wall is yet the base of it left, a ridge materially changed in every peculiarity of form. The north and south walls have lost much abrasion and disintegration, but there is so much of their original condition about them that as you look down into the circular basin between them and around on their black and burned remains, you see at once the character of the place. So much have the rocks been changed by continued heat and the influence of escaping gases, and other causes, that they are distinguished with difficulty--though I saw that very little of the sandstone had been exposed to a degree of heat sufficient to destroy its stratification. Successive shocks have rent the mountain, and successive discharges filled its great chasms with clay, once in a heated, now in a hard, indurated condition. Masses of clay, generally white, but black and smoky near the crater, lie all about the mountainsides and summit, where they have had the protection of projecting rocks. Perhaps six miles to the north, the mountain is overlaid by a bed of trap, the first I had seen of a good columnar structure. I suppose its structure is as regular as that of the "Giant's Causeway." The columns appear about four inches in diameter, but after full two hour's labor to reach them, we got where we could see that their diameter was more than four feet, and we retired without one for a specimen.
----On this mountain and that which forms the western wall of the valley are the only places I have seen where the trap has that perfect columnar form, an approach to which characterizes all of that kind of rock. All through these mountains from the summit to the Nevadas, it is observed in immense beds overlying everything else, and showing by its association that since it was ejected there has been no submergence to admit of new formations over it, and by its commonness and its depth showing that the volcanic agency has been immensely active here. Its structure, however, everywhere except along this valley, seems very imperfect. On the side of this mountain we found dislodged fragments of the columns, that in the perfectness of their form equaled anything that art can produce--and from our position we could see the faultless regularity of their arrangement--precisely that of the cells of honeycomb. We did not visit that on the other mountain--but from the trail as we passed we could see it distinctly, having the appearance of a wall of square stone, and running along several miles.
Description of the Desert Region from the Hot Springs to Rogue River Valley.
This arm of the plain is, at the Black Rock, where it opens, about eight miles wide, and the plain itself extends away to the south and southwest we know not how far, for even from the mountain height we look off that way as far as the eye can reach, and except some points of mountain ranges extending out, everything is lost to sight in the mirage of the desert. And over on the east side of this range, the margin of the plain for several miles in width is all clay--the product of this volcano. There are hundreds of square miles of earth, the surface of which must have been once mud flowing out from this source. The amount ejected is incalculable, and goes beyond, at least, all of my conceptions of volcanic effects.
The next day after leaving this valley, we drive right into a mountain--entering, and for more than a day traveling in, a chasm produced by a disruption of a mountain range eighteen miles in breadth at the base. The range is entirely rift asunder--the fissure proceeding both east and west from a volcanic focus the locality of which, somewhere near the center of the mountain, is indicated by great beds of trap of very fair structure, and clay like that of the desert. The first twelve miles of this fissure is called in our guides the Big Rock Canyon--it then widens into a small plain, and then contracting again forms a continuation known as the Little Rock Canyon. The latter is rocky and difficult to pass and some, as we did, drive around over the mountain to avoid it. This is probably one of the most remarkable natural phenomena in the world. We travel twelve miles continually up a gradual and easy ascent, in as good a road as can be, with a wall of rock on each side perhaps but fifty feet from us, rising from 300 to 1200 feet perpendicularly. Sometimes we observed a slope to the wall, when it would be covered with soil and stunted sage. But generally it is naked rock. The canyon pursues a course a little zigzag, so that we can see but a short distance either forward or back of us, and the effect of being thus shut up, as we seem to be, in this cold, gloomy abyss, is more chilling than you can imagine.
Supposing that these walls exhibit a transverse section of the range, there is but one inference--that both mud and lava, at different periods, were ejected from the volcano, and that several valleys once traversing the present range in a longitudinal direction were thus filled up, and the whole afterwards broken asunder.
From the Nevadas to the Siskiyous, the road to this valley pursues a range of depressions occupied by lakes with generally a fine margin of level alluvial surface. The Klamath Lake, of which you have heard, is one of them, and there are three others, the Goose Lake at the foot of the Nevadas, the Tule Lake and Clear Lake. To the careless observer they are only remarkable for the millions of wildfowl with which they are thronged. The number of geese and cranes in them is incredible. A prudent man would hesitate before attempting to give you an idea of it. But the more remarkable fact is that these lakes are so many vast basins of soda water. Whatever you may have heard, you cannot avoid surprise when driving down to the Goose Lake and looking away over it so far. You can taste its waters and find them so strong of soda that however thirsty you may be you cannot drink of them. Whether they are inhabited by fish and insects we know not, for the water was so riled by the fowl wherever we saw it that we could not ascertain. The Clear Lake is not so strong of soda as the others--and perhaps the waters of the Goose Lake are the strongest.
Although the alkali in these waters is in the form of soda, that which seems most extensively diffused over the earth is in the form of potash. We had, about the Goose Creek and from there over to the Humboldt, seen very fine silex, covered with potash, precisely resembling fragments of black glass bottle. After crossing the Nevadas, we saw this substance in such quantities that sometimes the drift seemed composed entirely of it. It sometimes formed the surface of the earth, and in places where the water had washed away the soil as in the brook beds, there was no other rock. At the western foot of the Nevadas we saw perhaps hundreds of tons of it, and generally most beautifully spotted and variegated with black and red. On the Goose Creek Valley we found vegetable putrefactions in the silicate of potash--some of them a little finer than anything of the kind I ever saw. In traveling fifty miles, I saw enough of it to supply the world with glass bottles for a hundred years. I have something more to say upon this subject at another time--and will probably then give you a short chapter on mines and mining in this country.
After marching east for six or eight days we arrived at the point intended for our permanent camp. The place chosen was in the vicinity of a large lake with plenty of very cold delicious springs around, and grass sufficient to graze our horses all summer. Here we pitched our tents and prepared to make ourselves as comfortable as possible whilst spending a dull monotonous summer.
The reason of our being sent here was that the year previous several emigrant trains had been attacked by the Indians in this region and several persons killed. A volunteer force had spent the summer here and by their atrocities towards the Indians did not assist much in fostering a good feeling between the Indians and whites. . . .
Quite a number of emigrants passed our camp during the summer, to all of whom we furnished escorts through the dangerous places. The emigrants were from all parts of the western and northwestern states, a very great majority from Iowa. They were not in a destitute condition as they have been in some years, although they would beg for flour, coffee, &c. from us. A great portion of those which came in on our trail were farmers with their families, cattle, &c., intending to settle in Rogue River Valley, Oregon. We remained at our camp until Sept. 23, when we received orders to repair to Jacksonville, in Rogue River Valley, where an Indian war had been raging all summer.
"Letter from California," Burlington Weekly Telegraph, Burlington, Iowa, June 2, 1854, page 1 The author is likely Lt. Thomas F. Castor, Company A, 1st Dragoons.
Rachel Taylor was 15 years old when she began the overland diary below; she spent her sixteenth birthday passing through Devil's Gate. She married John Wheeler a year after arriving in the Rogue Valley. Wheeler died in 1868; she married Benjamin Mensch in Josephine County in 1870. Rachel died March 30, 1880.
April 6th. After weeks of preparation we are at last ready to take our departure [from Pecatonica, Illinois] for the Pacific Coast, to find a new home far away, to form new ties and other acquaintances amid far different scenes. We know not the dangers we may meet, the difficulties that will have to be overcome on this long and perilous journey.
We could not start early in the day, on account of a multitude of things to be done, but about three o'clock in the afternoon the last articles was packed and stowed away in the covered wagons, the last "goodbyes" spoken, and we started on our way. We ascended the hill in [a] wagon drawn by slow-paced oxen, and looked our last on the old home and its surroundings. We traveled about four miles, and stopped at the house of one of our friends, Mr. Hinman Brown's, where we spent the night.
April 7th. We bade our friends a long farewell, and are now fairly started on our way. Besides our own family, we are accompanied by my uncle Sylvester H. Taylor of Watertown, Wisconsin, his wife and four children, a hired man by the name of Noble, another man by the name of Kennedy who leaves a family in Indiana, and two young men who go with us to assist in driving cattle or anything else necessary to be done, and answer respectively to the names of Augustus Blake and Philip Goodman. Night found us at Ridott, about four miles from Twelve Mile Grove.
April 8th. Started early in the morning and met with nothing worthy of mention. Father left us today to go to Rush Creek to attend to some business, expecting to be gone two days. Stayed all night at Mr. Morris'.
April 9th. This is a pleasant country through which we are now passing. Crossed several beautiful streams, one with pine trees growing along its banks. The day was too cold and windy for horseback riding. At night we stopped at Buffalo Grove, at the house of Mr. Webster.
April 10th. Our present stopping place proves to be a very good one, the family being pious members of the Presbyterian Church; we spent the Sabbath here and late in the afternoon Father came up with us.
April 11th. Two of our loose horses were hitched behind our wagon, and after traveling awhile they evidently concluded to go the other way, and commenced pulling backwards. The result of this stratagem was the pulling in two of the wagon
cover. This was soon mended and we were again upon our way. We stayed at Genesee. It was very rainy both out and indoors.
April 12th. So rainy this morning that we did not get started until almost noon, then we were hindered by one of the cattle being missing and which they failed to find. Our stopping place for the night was at Union Grove. Still raining hard.
April 13th. We found the roads very bad. Uncle Sylvester's team, being heavily loaded, became fast in the mud, which is extremely plenty here, and was extricated by means of "doubling teams." Crossed a deep stream, but forded without difficulty. On account of the bad roads, and wearied teams, we came to a halt early in the afternoon.
April 14th. We are now at Fulton City, the crossing place of the Mississippi River, and waiting to be ferried over. This accomplished, we proceeded on our way, and stopped for the night at the house of Mr. Burkhead.
April 15th. Roads extremely bad and Uncle's team had to be pulled out of the mud five times. Of course this does not increase our speed, and after going about ten miles we came to DeWitt, where we stopped. This is a little town set down in a desperately muddy place.
April 16th. Roads still worse. Uncle's team and wagon fast in the mud eight times. At night we put up at Buena Vista, where we pitched our tent for the first time.
April 17th. The Sabbath has again rolled around, and we do not move today. After considerable inquiry, a meeting was heard of at a short distance away, and Father and Abigail attended.
April 18th. Crossed the ferry on the Wapsipinicon River, and were much relieved to find the roads considerably improved. In the afternoon it rained quite hard, and we stopped early, taking possession of an empty house, which afforded us protection from the drenching rain.
April 19th. Still raining this morning, and we started late. Stopped for the night at Tipton. Camped out as before.
April 20th. Started in good season, and had very good roads. We were overtaken by Mr. Long, one of our old neighbors, from Ill. They are also bound for Oregon, but they are "rushing" and we are not, so let them go ahead. Crossed the Cedar River ferry and went five miles beyond.
April 21st. The wind blew so hard in the night as to blow the tent down, and we received quite a soaking from the rain. Tried to raise the tent again, but could not, as the wind was still blowing, so we went into a house. We dried our clothes as well as we could and started. Passed through Iowa City, crossed the Iowa River and put up for the night.
April 22nd. Had our breakfast early, and all looked propitious for an early start, but Mr. Long took it upon himself to drive [off] two of our cows, and this hindered us, as they had to be followed and brought back. Roads very bad, and we traveled slowly. Stopped at Mr. Danton's and encamped. Looks quite rainy.
April 23rd. Very early in the morning we were awakened by the water coming in upon us. It was raining and the tent leaking. We could do nothing but sit down patiently in as dry a place as we could find and wait for fair weather. Instead
of this, the tent blew down, and we betook ourselves to the house, wet and sleepy.
April 24th. The storm continued and the waters were so high that we did not think best to leave our present stopping place. After awhile the rain changed to snow, making it still more unpleasant. Towards night it cleared away.
April 25th. A lovely day, clear bright blue sky overhead, but the roads are wretchedly muddy. The heavy rains have been no advantage to travelers After going about six miles we came to a deep stream with steep banks, but by raising the wagon boxes with ropes and chains we landed safely on the other side. Encamped for the night near a surly old Irishman's.
April 26th. Started in good season and found the roads much improved. Crossed English River, which was very much swollen by the late rains, and encamped early.
April 27th. Roads very good. Two of our cattle are about to fail, but by going slowly made out to get them to our stopping place, where they were sold. We are now at the residence of Mr. Parker, very friendly people.
April 28th. Did not move our encampment, as it rained some and was otherwise unpleasant.
April 29th. Found good roads and made very good progress, Night found us at Montezuma, rather an imposing name for a few houses set down in the mud. But it is likely that the good people here have never "traveled" and think this the garden of Iowa, if not of creation.
April 30th. Encamped early as we were told that beyond that certain place, there was no grass to be found.
May 1st. Sunday. Did not travel but stayed and attended preaching.
May 2nd. Still another day we tarry here for the benefit of the cattle, and improve the opportunity to do some washing.
May 3rd. Were hindered in the morning by the cattle scattering, but finally got them together and started. Encamped near a low marshy place, where the cattle found good feed.
May 4th. A very rainy day and no traveling.
May 5th. Started early, but traveled slowly on account of bad roads. Found one stream with an unsafe bridge, and were hindered some time in getting the wagons across. The cattle and loose horses had to swim. Crossed the Skunk River ferry just at night and encamped.
May 6th. Bought a yoke of oxen and sold a feather bed. After traveling about four miles we came to Pella, a settlement composed almost entirely of Holland Dutch, there being, as we were told, only thirteen American families in the place. They look comical enough, stumping about with their wooden shoes.
The roads are so extremely bad that it is difficult to travel at all. Encamped near a small stream where wood was convenient and grass plenty for our weary cattle.
May 7th. Were hindered some time by the cattle straying, but finally they were collected together again. Crossed the Des Moines River at Red Rock, and for about a mile the roads were in desperate state. But after getting onto the bluffs, we found them much improved, Stayed over night at Round Gap Grove.
May 8th. No traveling today. Wrote letters to the friends we left behind us.
May 9th. Roads very good the most of the way. Found one place where the horse wagon became fast in the mud and had to call on the oxen for assistance. Traveled until very late, trying to reach the timber, but failed, and had to encamp upon the prairie.
May 10th. Our cattle were scattered and could not be found until late in the afternoon. After traveling two miles we came to a stream, difficult to ford on account of its muddy banks. Encamped as soon as safely over
May 11th. Were delayed in the morning, as a new ox yoke had to be constructed to take the place of the broken one. Roads in good condition, and we traveled along nimbly. It was quite late before we found a suitable stopping place.
May 12th. About noon we passed Osceola, a town consisting of one store, three taverns, and about half a dozen dwelling houses. Encamped about four miles from the city just named, where our cattle had excellent grass.
May 13th. After traveling awhile we came to the old Mormon town of Pisgah, now left with only one family to inhabit it. Shortly after, we came to Grand River, which we had to ford. This being accomplished safely, we traveled about a mile farther and encamped.
May 14th. This night finds us at Twelve Mile Creek, where we were told that it was 15 miles to any more water, where 27 miles before any more fuel could be obtained.
May 15th. Did not rest as we usually do on the Sabbath, because we are at a great distance from any house, water poor and grass scarce. We found water at convenient intervals all day, but no wood except at some distance from the road.
Encamped near a slough where there was plenty of good grass and water.
May 16th. Came across another company bound for Oregon and traveled with them all day. In the night there came up a terrific storm of wind and rain. Our tent blew down, and we were as completely soaked as "drowned rats."
May 17th. Roads very muddy and water high. Bridges are swept away in many places, and delays are frequent. Stopped at noon and go to bridge building Did not get it completed and are fast here for the night.
May 18th. Finished the bridge in good season and crossed. Had good roads and traveled along lively. Came to some river, name unknown, and had to ferry.
May 19th. Crossed another ferry, found good roads and met with no adventure worth relating. Stopped near a small grove and stream where we had plenty of water and wood and the cattle had good feed.
May 20th. Crossed the Nishnabotna River, but were hindered so in crossing that we did not travel far. Encamped near a spring but the grass is not good.
May 21st. After traveling some distance we fell in with some people from Illinois by the name of Royal and encamped with them.
May 22nd. We are stopping here for a few days to lay in our supply of provisions to last us across the plains, as we are now in the vicinity of Kanesville, the jumping-off place.
May 23rd. Still tarrying here waiting for matters to get arranged.
May 24th. Started late and went to Kanesville. Were hindered some time in the city, and after starting out were furthered hindered by the breaking of a wagon. The men of the company here commenced standing guard.
May 25th. Did not start until late as the broken wagon had to be repaired. Found the roads hilly and bad traveling. At noon we stopped and waited for the rest of the company. We encamped on the bottom land where grass was good, but water very poor.
The Royal family consist of one old gentleman and his wife, three sons and one daughter. The oldest son is married, and the rest are single. They are accompanied by two nephews, William Sells and George Ebey, also a Swede by the name of Laurence Johnstone.
May 26th. Went to the ferry on the Missouri River, found such a crowd of wagons and cattle that we could not cross till afternoon. Went about two miles beyond the ferry and encamped.
May 27th. Were hindered by some of the company branding their cattle. Encamped near a small stream where we found a spring and wood sufficient for camp fires.
May 28th. Had preaching in one of the tents. I think that I did not say that Father Royal and two of his sons are preachers. During the day 27 teams came to the stream, but could not cross on account of high water.
May 29th. After traveling about eight miles over a smooth and pleasant road, we came to a brush bridge, not the best kind surely. A little farther on we came to the Elkhorn River where there was a ferry. This was speedily crossed, then came a long slough, after we reached the end of that we encamped.
May 30th. Roads very muddy all day. Encamped on the prairie, and it rained so hard in the night that the men on guard left the cattle to themselves and came into camp.
May 31st. Two of our horses are missing and Father started in pursuit. After a while he came back without them and Clark started. Soon after three others started with their loaded guns, not doubting that the Indians were at the bottom of the affair. Soon, however, they all came back with horses, not having fired a gun. The horses had become frightened by the heavy thunder of the preceding night and had strayed away. This adventure hindered us some time, and we did not get very far on our journey. We came at night to a bridge constructed of rough logs and nearly under water. We made all haste to cross it, fearing that it might float off and leave us. Went about half a mile and encamped.
June 1st. Traveled all the forenoon in a slough, after the roads were much improved. Took a horseback ride with Mary Royal and had a very pleasant time. We tried to reach the timber but could not. However, we found very good water and excellent grass.
June 3rd. Started very early to get to the ferry on Loupe Fork in advance of a large drove that was encamped near us. When we had traveled about four miles, we heard that we could not cross on account of high water. So we turned off from the main road and camped where grass and water was plentiful.
June 4th. Water still high and no crossing. Reports are continually reaching us of Indian depredation.
Mary Royal and I took a walk up onto the bluff, and after rambling around for a while, we looked over to another ridge and saw some living moving object which we thought could be nothing but an Indian. After looking at it awhile, and seeing it raise up and then stoop down quickly out of sight, we ran into camp and told the news. Away went the men with their guns to the top of the hill and saw, not a hostile Indian but one of our men, who had been dipping water from the spring with a dipper. We came in for a good share of jokes, and there is no end to the fun at our expense. Poor Phil, what a dangerous situation was his--exposed to the murderous five and their empty guns.
June 5th. Sunday--Had preaching at our tent in the forenoon, and at Mr. Colburn's in the afternoon. Both meetings were well attended. Two Indians were seen skulking around the camp.
June 6th. Went to the ferry in the morning, but could not cross on account of high winds. The river is so full of sandbars that it is difficult to cross even on a fair day.
June 7th. Succeeded in getting across the river finally, but so late in the day that we could only travel a short distance from there.
June 8th. Followed along the Loupe Fork nearly all day. Just as we encamped we saw some objects on the north side of the river, which we thought were buffalo, but they turned out to be Santa Fe traders.
June 9th. Saw some elk this morning, as we were traveling along, but too great a distance from us to observe them distinctly.
June 10th. Roads were very sandy and hilly and hard traveling. Passed several small lakes, some of them very deep. Encamped near one of them which was filled with dead cottonwood, and served a very good purpose for fuel. Very high wind in the night but no rain.
June 11th. All day we found very poor roads, muddy, sloughy, hilly, rough and everything else bad that could be mentioned.
Crossed two streams with steep, bad banks, and traveled on until nearly sundown. We were in a region of grass, but no wood or water. Nothing could be [done] but to stop and let the cattle rest and graze awhile and then go on. Accordingly, the weary oxen were unyoked and turned loose. After awhile we started and traveled until 11 o'clock before we found a suitable stopping place. We were all hungry, tired and sleepy, and thankful that at last we had come to a halt.
June 12th. A very pleasant day but rather windy. A great many people had come to the creek, crossed and encamped, and as their number exceeded the number on our side, preaching was held over there.
June 13th. Crossed this creek which is called in the guidebook Wood River and made better progress than usual, as the roads were smooth and level. Near our encampment was a little colony of prairie dogs.
June 14th. Night found us near a stream where water was plenty but not very good. Plenty of prairie dogs, an large gray wolves m the vicinity.
June 15th. In the forenoon crossed Elm Creek, and later in the day Buffalo Creek. Encamped in a bend of the last-named stream. There is no timber in this place, but "buffalo chips" are abundant.
June 16th. Nothing worthy of mention occurred. Encamped near a small spring of very good water, at least good in comparison with that which we have been having.
June 17th. Traveled near the Platte all day and encamped near it at night. This is a turbid river, no trees of any size to be seen. We make out to use the water by sprinkling corn meal in it. This makes it a little clearer.
June 18th. About noon we came to a large spring of pure cold water, and here we pitch our tents. Employed the remaining part of the day in washing and such other work as could not be done in the wagon as we travel along.
June 19th. The men took two tents and put them together in such a way as to make a large awning, and quite an audience gathered under it to hear preaching. Several
companies of emigrants are camped at a short distance from here, and all came out to meeting.
June 20th. Hobart and George Ebey started out on a buffalo hunt, and did not overtake the train until late in the day. Their only game was a large white wolf. Encamped as usual near the muddy Platte
June 21st. As the tired teams are taking their noonday rest, we went to fish nearby, but did not have a nibble.
June 22nd. Streams of pure water are abundant in this region, and at our stopping place for the night we found a good spring
June 23rd. As usual, Father was out early this morning to see about the horses and found that one of them had been twisted up m the lariat ropes, and had broken his leg. There was no chance for him to get well, and Blake took out his gun and shot him. This threw a damper upon our feelings, to think of our favorite thus coming to an untimely end, and some tears were shed as we left him on the plains.
June 24th. Saw a company of emigrants and a large drove of cattle on the opposite side of the river. Prickly pear is very abundant here, and white wolves, antelopes and prairie dogs were often seen. These latter animals are very small lively little fellows and in some respects resemble the squirrel.
June 25th. Clark, Phil and George went hunting. We traveled until camping time, then stopped, but there was no appearance of hunters. After dark we began to be very uneasy, as they still came not. Bright lights were made that could be seen some distance, that in case they were lost they might find their way in. Sleep was effectually banished from our eyes, as we watched and waited. But not until after
midnight did they reach camp, tired enough. As the fruit of their labor they brought in an antelope.
June 26th. Preaching this forenoon, and prayer meeting in the afternoon.
June 27th. Traveled a short distance and then stopped to rest our footsore cattle. Our present home is Shoal Creek.
June 28th. Cool and windy but otherwise pleasant. On the opposite side of the river we can see very plainly "Courthouse Rock."
June 29th. Roads very sandy and hard for teams. One of our wagons has lost a tire and will have to be left. Several of our cattle are getting lame, and we will have to rest again for their benefit.
June 30th. A heavy thundershower came up and drenched us nicely. Encamped a short distance from the river, and as there is no wood to be had, we will have to subsist on what is already cooked until we reach some more favorable locality.
July 1st. Visited an Indian wigwam, where there were four children, several men, and a squaw. Encamped near a small stream, where we found good grass for our tired animals. In this day's march, we passed a magnificent pile of rocks called
in the guidebook "Scotts Bluffs."
July 2nd. Some of the hands in the company are getting dissatisfied. One of our men, Blake, and one of Mr. Royal's nephews talk of leaving the train. There will not be many tears shed even if such should be the case.
July 3rd. The Sabbath has at last rolled around around, and as usual we do not break camp, but tarry here and spend a part of the the time in religious services. Two ladies came to meeting from a neighboring encampment.
Blake and Will Sells have gone to find a place more suitable to their minds. William came back at night, but no Augustus.
July 4th. We hoisted a flag belonging to some of the company, and as we saw the stars and stripes floating in the breeze, we felt quite patriotic. After finding an excellent camping place, we stopped and pitched our tents. Wrote two letters to far-off friends.
July 5th. One of Uncle's oxen "came up missing" and hindered us some time. In the afternoon we met a company of Californians returning to the States, and sent some letters by them to be mailed when they reach a post office. One of the men proved to be an acquaintance of Uncle's, and of course [they] were mutually pleased at the meeting. Saw several Indian wigwams scattered along the road. Our present stopping place is about opposite Fort Laramie, and distant two miles.
Blake has picked up his "duds" [and] bid us all a kind farewell and taken his departure to join the train of Brierley and Dillon. William will remain where he is, at least for the present.
July 6th. The boys all crossed the river and went over to the Fort to see what could be seen. One of the soldiers came to our side and made us a visit. Our road in the
afternoon was quite hilly and we traveled slowly.
July 7th. Very hilly roads. Mary and I undertook to climb one of the highest and steepest mountains that we could see. This we finally achieved, and as we looked at the teams and wagons, as they wound along the road far below us, they looked very diminutive and "beneath our notice." The hillside is covered with evergreens, intermingled with flowers of different kinds. A beautiful place, and we would love to stay longer but the advancing train reminds us that we must be hurrying forward.
Stopped for the noonday rest at a beautiful clear spring and were sorry when the time came to leave. We visited some more Indian wigwams, where there were squaws. They showed us some of their ornamental work, and [were] very friendly. Encamped at a distance where there was neither grass or water for our poor animals.
July 8th. In going down a steep sideling place one of our wagons upset, but no damage done. We have another hand in the place of Blake, a boy by the name of William Williams. Visited a trader's house where the old squaw, his wife, had just lost a brother, killed by the Pawnee Indians, and had her hair cut short, as is the custom when in mourning.
July 9th & 10th. Had good roads and no accidents. Hobart and George, moved by a spirit of adventure and curiosity, went onto the mountains with their guns. Saw several mountain sheep and sage hens, but did not kill anything. Camped near the river to spend the Sabbath. Had a large congregation at our tent in the forenoon, and at Smith's and Stratton's in the afternoon. We practice singing together nearly every Sabbath.
July 11th. Started quite early and had good roads.
July 12th. Mr. Burt's company are now traveling with us. We did not get an early start, as there were several lame cattle to be attended. This region abounds in curiosities, and we find many on our frequent rambles.
July 13th. Grass near the road is getting scarce, and frequently the cattle have to be driven some distance from the road before they can get anything to eat.
July 14th. Quite an excitement was raised among the masculines by seeing a buffalo. All hands gave instant chase, wounded him badly, but did not succeed in taking him. Passed a place where a dead Indian warrior was placed on a scaffold, their way of burying. A bunch of feathers [had] fallen down and we took each of us one in memory of the departed brave. Grass and water scarce, but sagebrush abundant. When dry this makes excellent fuel.
July 15th. Started rather earlier than usual, but did not travel far. As soon as grass could be reached, our weary oxen were unyoked and turned loose. A company near us have just killed a buffalo and kindly gave us some meat.
Fletcher Royal's man, Laurence Johnstone, has become dissatisfied; several times lately he has been reproved and scolded in such a way that his sensitive feelings were wounded, and before they knew anything about it, he had his clothes all packed up ready to leave. He had made arrangements to go with Mr. Burns, a company traveling near us, but Mr. Royal persuaded him not to leave our company, and so he has taken quarters with us. He is a Swede, talks quite broken, but is a good young man.
July 16th. We encamp tonight for the last time near the "river of silver," and it seems like leaving an old friend. Several companies of emigrants are encamped near us, intending to spend the Sabbath here. Feed is very poor on this side, but by driving the cattle onto an island they can get enough to eat. This mode is not very pleasant, as there is no way to cross except by swimming, either for man or beast.
They will have to be guarded while there, as Indians are plenty. Several of the young men swam over, and then with long ropes pulled a couple of washtubs over containing dry clothes and other articles of comfort and convenience.
July 17th. Had two meetings, both well attended. Other spare time was devoted to singing.
July 18th. The boys are calling loudly from their side for breakfast and tobacco. The horses caused them a great deal of trouble as they were unwilling to be caught, and after being caught were unwilling to swim. George Ebey and Hobart, being the best swimmers, had to bear the greatest share of the labor. George came over in the morning and got some breakfast, but Hobart had to stay there until all the stock had crossed, and was so exhausted that he could scarcely swim over. All this took nearly until noon, consequently we did not travel far, and we encamp again near our old friend Platte. A rainy and unpleasant evening.
July 19th. Another day of traveling towards the setting sun, and we encamped near a small clear stream, where there is a spring of comparatively good water. One of our faithful oxen had to be abandoned on account of lameness.
July 20th. Were hindered this morning by missing cattle. After starting found good roads most of the way. Our light wagon had the misfortune to get one of its hubs broken, but Father brought a good share of Yankee wisdom to bear upon it, and it was soon all right. Encamped in a very pleasant place where water is convenient and plenty of sagebrush for fuel.
July 21st. Started in good season and about noon reached the Sweetwater, a swift clear stream. Later in the day passed Independence Rock. We forded the river here and were somewhat hindered. Encamped near the river where grass is abundant. We have here a frightful as well as romantic situation. Just back of us, Independence Rock stands out in bold relief, and in front of us yawns the Devil's Gate.
July 22nd. Today a party of us go to explore the Gate, and find the place as wild and rugged as could be imagined. Passed a trading post and saw the first house that we have seen since leaving Kanesville. A smart shower came up in the afternoon, and those of us who were walking in advance of the teams got a nice soaking.
July 23rd. Started rather early and traveled steady all day. Our road ran for the most part near the river, and was rather rough. We had to go some distance from the road to find grass.
July 24th. Had preaching, but our prayer meeting was omitted on account of the rain. Mary is quite unwell today, but better towards evening and able to walk around. Again the peace of [the] company has been disturbed by family troubles. George Ebey and Will Sells have become dissatisfied by either real or fancied ill usage, and threaten strongly of leaving. On account of some circumstances of a peculiar nature, Mr. Royal and his wife wish them to leave the company, entirely, but this is not their intention. They like the company, and only want to find some other place in it. Phil, too, who every day gives some evidence of his weak mind, thinks he will leave if they do. We know no cause for his resolution.
July 25th. The boys, George and Will, concluded to put their oxen onto Mr. Burt's wagon, bestow their share of the provisions therein, and thus proceed. But after taking their things out of Mr. Royal's wagon, and having a general overhauling of all the bad deeds of which they had been guilty, and some besides, they made a treaty of peace. They concluded for the present at least to remain where they were. All this delayed us somewhat, but we traveled steadily all day to atone for it.
July 26th. Another quarrel among our neighbors, and one which will not be so easily settled. It seems that Will sold his uncle a yoke of cattle and now refuses to give them up. He used abusive language to his uncle and aunt and finally went to Burt's. We started on in the morning and left them, and they did not overtake us until after dark.
July 27th. Forded the river early, and with the exception of a few hills found the roads very good. Father went to. hunt a camping place toward night and when our usual time for camping came he was still missing. We kept on and travel over hills, mountains, brooks, rivers and valleys until ten o'clock at night. We then began to be afraid that he was still behind us, and came to a halt. Hobart took a horse and went to see what was ahead, but came back reporting no feed and no encampments. Still Father came not.
July 28th. Soon after starting we met Father, coming back. He had taken another road from ours and came in ahead of us. He found in his traveling a Methodist preacher with whom he spent the night. This man, whose name is Gray, wishes to join our company.
July 29th. There are plenty of Indians in this vicinity, and they are rather more friendly then we desire. We overtook the company that Mr. Gray is in, and I suppose that they will travel with us. There are several families in the company.
July 30th. Heard from Stearns' company today. They are five days ahead of us, and anxious for us to overtake them. Taking the advice of some traders, we went several miles from the road to encamp, and were rewarded by finding excellent grass. There are 32 wagons here, including our own company, intending to remain over the Sabbath.
July 31st. There was a large congregation assembled for divine services, and the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper was administered properly for the first time between the Missouri River and the settlements of Oregon.
August 1st. Found very good roads and traveled fast. Uncle bought a new wagon, and by thus dividing his load will improve affairs. Did not encamp until after dark and then found no grass.
August 2nd. Started very early and traveled until we found good feed. Philip's conduct gives us a great deal of trouble. He is both profane and bad tempered. We have treated him just as well as we know how, but he has his seasons of anger without any cause.
August 3rd. Found excellent roads all day. Started onto a desert directly after noon, but as we were not aware of the fact we did take no water with us. Encamped where grass was abundant.
August 4th. Started early and found good roads. Reached Green River about one o'clock The cattle were extremely thirsty, and one of our cows drank so much that she died immediately. Crossed the ferry and paid at the rate of five dollars per wagon. Traveled only a short distance and encamped.
August 5th. One of our wagons will have to be mended again. Found the roads in some places very hilly, but met with no accident. Found good grass and water at camping time.
August 6th. The roads were for the most part of the day mountainous. Encamped by a good spring, but the cattle have to be driven some distance from the road to find grass.
August 7th. Preaching as usual, but a very small congregation.
August 8th. Roads all day very bad. Crossed a great number of small streams. At night we forded a branch of Green River and encamped near it.
August 9th. We had to ascend a very long steep hill, but after reaching the summit we had good roads for several miles. Our course lay through lovely glades and beautiful groves of fir, and then again more mountains. Thus we proceeded until a late hour of night and then had to encamp without suitable feed for our jaded teams.
August 10th. Roads very much improved, and at noon we reached a place where feed was excellent and abundant, so we pitched our tents and gave our animals a chance to rest. Dr. Owens and several other men, a large drove of cattle and sheep, are now traveling with us. Went fishing with our usual luck, that is, none at all.
August 11th. Forded the river, had good roads and went on our way rejoicing. Encamped again where there was the best of grass, and wood and water in plenty.
August 12. Again had a very mountainous road and feel almost too weary tonight to write, having walked several miles.
August 13th. Father was very unwell for awhile today, caused by a rush of blood to the head, but after a few hours he was well again. Crossed a great many creeks of good water. Encamped in a pleasant valley where we have every convenience that wayfaring people can expect. Thus another Sabbath we are well provided for.
August 14th. This morning one of our best oxen was found dead, supposed to have eaten something poison. Preaching as usual
August 15th. Roads good and nothing occurred worthy of record.
August 16th. Visited the celebrated Soda and Steamboat Springs. Several of us walked a mile from the road to see an extinct volcano, but did not feel paid for our trouble. Encamped without water, but plenty of grass and sagebrush for fuel.
August 17th. Had very good roads the most of the way. There came up a terrific storm of hail and rain, accompanied by a strong wind, but there was nothing injured.
August 18th. Crossed a beautiful clear stream, water almost as cold as ice. In the afternoon the roads were very bad. One place particularly was so sideling that they tied ropes to the sides of the wagons and held with all their power to keep the wagons from rolling over. Encamped on Bannock River. Some of the company went fishing and caught a fine mess of trout, the first that we have had.
August 19th. Nothing worthy of note occurred, and we encamped where the sagebrush grew to the dignity of small trees.
August 20th. Had very bad roads, and the ladies will have another opportunity for exercise. Encamped near to the mountains, where there was a small stream of water but not sufficient for so much stock.
August 21st. Did not have but one service as it took so much time to drive the cattle two miles to water and back again. Some proposed hitching up the teams and moving our encampment, thinking it preferable to driving the stock so far twice a day, but Father Royal says he will not put a yoke on one of his oxen on Sunday.
August 22nd. Roads tolerable good. Encamped near a good cold spring, but the cattle had to be driven to the mountains for grass.
August 23rd. Found water at every turn of the road almost all day. We followed up a beautiful clear stream, crossed it four times and encamped upon it.
August 24th. Started earlier than usual and with exception of one small hill, the roads were very good. One of our horses is getting lame and will have to be turned loose. Tonight we make our home on a branch of Raft River.
August 25th. Good roads. Abundant pure water, and a lovely spot for our encampment.
August 26th. Rode on horseback in the morning in company with Marie Ducker. Passed through Pyramid Circle. The pyramids resemble more than anything else petrified haystacks. Broke the wagon tongue and we will have to walk, but we are accustomed to that
August 27th. Had the worst roads I ever. saw. Up and down hill, all day long. Sometimes on the top of a high mountain, and then again in the valley. Sometimes crossing creeks, and then wandering through mazes of luxuriant sagebrush. Encamped on Goose Creek where there was plenty of grass, although at some distance from the road.
August 28th. The winds blew and the rains fell, and as our cloth house was founded upon the sand of course it fell. Phil and I were standing in the door of the tent and did not have time to escape, but shared in the general overthrow and were rolled some distance enveloped in the folds of the tent before we could regain our footing.
August 29th. Nothing occurred to disturb our usual peace and quiet and we encamped again on Goose Creek
August 30th. Had very good roads and traveled until very late before we could find water. There is scarcely a spear of grass, and the poor animals will have to suffer the consequences.
August 31st. Started early in the morning and traveled until very late before we could find grass. Mr. Royal, Gray and Burt with their teams stopped before we did. After halting our teams we started again and traveled until nearly dark before we could find water.
September 1st. Traveled about half a day and encamped and were overtaken by the rest of the company.
September 2nd. Started late, had fine roads and encamped early.
September 3rd. Only traveled about five miles, and then let the cattle rest and graze.
September 4th. We spend the Sabbath in this lovely spot. One service as usual.
September 5th. Mr. Fletcher Royal upset his wagon with his family in it, but no one was injured.
September 6th. Very hilly roads in the forenoon, but in the afternoon they were greatly improved.
September 7th. Reached the Humboldt River and forded. A bad bank to go down, and one of the wagons was upset, but no damage sustained. After camping, the stock was driven across the river, where grass was. Were visited by a lot of Digger Indians. They are a filthy thieving race, and would not scruple to take a person's life if could be done without risking their own.
September 8th. Made a short drive and encamped. Again tried the fishing business, but found it very dull.
September 9th. No occurrence worthy of mention. We now travel about half a day and rest the other half, to let the cattle recruit.
September 10th. Several of our family are quite unwell at this time. It is surprising that in so large a company there should be so little sickness.
September 11th. Mother is quite unwell today. A Digger came to see us and came into the tent. Omar Burt happened to be in and made signs to him that Mother had the smallpox, whereupon our dusky guest departed and was seen no more. Several of [the] company went to visit a boiling spring, and report it a great curiosity.
September 12th. Had very bad roads and did not encamp until after dark.
September 13th. Traveled only a short distance and then stopped for the benefit of the cattle.
September 14th. Had very rocky, hilly roads, and traveled until late.
September 15th. In the morning the roads were rather bad, but after a time became worse. The dust is very oppressive, in some places being halfway up to the wagon hubs. The nights are becoming so cool as to be uncomfortable.
September 16th. One of our cows was left behind, and Father went back after her on horseback. As he was returning to the company again, a Digger came out of the willows and wanted to talk with him. One sight of his revolver however was sufficient to clear the road.
September 17th. Very windy and cold. Nothing occurred worthy of mention. About twenty Indians came to our encampment, but we have very little to do with them.
September 18th. Preaching as usual.
September 19th. Fine weather, good health and excellent roads.
September 20th. Roads sandy, but otherwise good. Traveled only half a day.
September 21st. Came to a very bad slough, but crossed without much trouble Encamped near the river.
September 22nd. Traveled very slowly on account of very sandy roads. Grass is very scarce.
September 23rd. Nothing special occurred, and we encamped where there is excellent feed.
September 24th. We are going to stop here one day and cut hay, to do the cattle in crossing the desert. We have not arrived at the Big Meadows yet, but as grass is good here we wish to make sure of it.
September 25th. There are in the company several that are almost entirely out of provisions, and we think best to travel every day that we can. This is agreed to by all except Mr. Royal.
September 26th. Came to the junction of the California and Oregon trails and are now fairly out upon the desert. Came to water at night, but it was not good and the cattle would not drink it. Started on again and traveled until night and encamped.
September 27th. Started very early and traveled until noon, when we came to Rabbit Hole Springs. Water plenty but poor. Went from here a few miles, then stopped and got supper. Started again and traveled until about 1 o'clock and encamped.
September 28th. Started long before daylight and traveled until we came to Black Rock Springs. Here we stopped and got breakfast. The water in the spring is boiling hot, but below some distance it gets cool enough for the cattle to drink. Started again and came to very good grass, and more hot springs.
September 29th. Started before sun rise and in the gray light of the early morning I counted the smokes from 22 hot springs within the distance of half a mile. At night we found good grass and water.
September 30th. Traveled about four miles and stopped for the day. Excellent water and good grass.
October 1st. Roads very sandy and hard on teams. Encamped in a very good place
October 2nd. Roads very hilly and rocky, consequently traveled very slowly. Encamped just as we entered Big Rock Canyon. A good spring some distance above us on the side of the mountains.
October 3rd. The canyon proved to be very long, and it was late before we got through. Our light horse wagon has broken down completely and will have to be abandoned.
October 4th. Two men, John Owens and a Frenchman named Batiste, have gone forward to get provisions and bring [them] to those who are without. Another canyon, short but very bad. To avoid it we went around over the mountains. The grass here is dry but abundant and water good.
October 5th. No water at our present encampment
October 6th. Mrs. Fletcher Royal has a fine boy, so we learn from the Doctor who went back to their encampment.
October 7th. Very hilly roads. Encamped near a hot spring.
October 8th. Traveled all day through excellent grass and found a like region at night.
October 9th. Traveled half a day and encamped.
October 10th. Several of us started in advance of the teams and went over the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It was very cold and the boys built a fire under a large cedar, and we stayed there until the wagons came up.
October 11th. Roads very rocky, making it unpleasant either to walk or ride. Wild plums are abundant here, but so hard and sour that they are not very good. Tonight we have a beautiful camping place among the stately pine trees.
October 12th. It is snowing quite hard this morning which makes it uncomfortable for those who are thinly clad, and several of Dr. Owens' hands are in that condition. Good roads and no accidents.
October 13th. This morning the unwelcome discovery was made that the Indians had stolen all our horses, five in number, also two of Mr. Hoffman's, and made good their escape. We met a party of soldiers and told them about Mr. Royal's people and they hurried back to find them.
October 14th. Roads rocky enough to break every wagon to pieces. Encamped about noon and waited for Mr. Royal to overtake us, which they did soon after dark. Several of the women joined together and got as good a supper for them as possible and had it ready for them on their arrival.
October 15th. Road continues to be very rocky, and besides are very mountainous
October 16th. Mrs. Royal is unable to travel, and a portion of the soldiers stay with them. We go on to the Natural Bridge on Lost River, where we expect to be hindered by the sheep.
October 17th. Roads sometimes rocky and sometimes good. Encamped near Clear Lake.
October 18th. Started in good season, and after some high mountains we found the roads level. Traveled until after dark before we encamped.
October 19th. Crossed the bridge on Lost River without accident. It is a natural bridge of rocks and is under water. Several of us felt some fears about riding over this place and walked across on a little natural footbridge, where the water was about six inches deep. Feed very poor at our present encampment
October 20th. Had a mountainous road nearly all day, and encamped without water, but found excellent grass.
October 21st. Good roads most of the day. Found good feed for our faithful oxen.
October 22nd. Traveled half a day, crossed Klamath River and encamped. The sheep are very troublesome about crossing.
October 23rd. Got the sheep over today, some in wagons and some by swimming.
October 24th. Horrid roads all day, and traveled until late. Mr. Hoffman's wagons and one of Mr. Burt's did not succeed in getting over the mountains.
October 25th. With the exception of a long bad hill to go down, we had very good roads. Encamped early in [a] good place. Mr. Royal's people are encamped near us.
October 26th. Rained all day, enough to make the roads very slippery. A tedious day's journey, but we are at last over the mountains, where we have good water and excellent bunchgrass.
October 27th. We are now in the white settlements, and through our long tedious trip, safe and sound.
Typescript by Allen W. Hill, Rachel Taylor vertical file, Southern Oregon Historical Society. The document credits its source as "Dr. Arthur Taylor, History of the Pacific Northwest, Winter Quarter 1959." Dr. Taylor was a professor at Southern Oregon College in Ashland, but I've been unable to locate or even confirm the existence of such a publication. An annotated version of Rachel Taylor's overland diary is found in Kenneth L. Holmes, Covered Wagon Women, volume 6.
Wednesday Sept. 6. The emigrants are just beginning to arrive by the Southern Oregon route, the same way we came. Indians not troublesome. All got along very well so far. This is a month later than is usual for the emigrants to begin to arrive. Soldiers and volunteers were sent out from this valley with provisions to feed all who should be destitute, or living on short allowances, and to guard them through the country most inhabited by hostile Indians. I know just how the tired, hungry emigrant feels to meet such aid. We feel as though we could never be thankful enough for the provision made for us, in this way, by entire strangers. May the Lord reward them.
Mary Ann Royal, letter, begun June 20, 1854
You recollect when we were traveling along alone on the plains, in the midst of dangers how secure we felt under God's protection--even our women were not suffered to feel the least uneasy and how perfectly composed we always closed our eyes at night to sleep, saying to each other--"The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him." And how remarkable it was that we felt so much more secure, than we had done, even with the large train and a vigilant guard of men
around us. And how we used to walk along leisurely by our wagons through the day and talk about the wonderful manifestations of kind Providence in our behalf. And how happy we felt in these contemplations.
Thomas Fletcher Royal, letter of January 18, 1855
But few of the many attendants at the many churches that now raise their steeple towards the clouds in this beautiful valley have any knowledge of how the first church was formed and and edifice built to hold meetings in.
PIONEER CHURCHES OF ROGUE RIVER VALLEY.
BY WELBORN BEESON
In October, 1853, a train of immigrants, consisting mostly of preachers and church members, of which Father William Royal appeared to be the leader, arrived in Rogue River Valley.
Mr. Royal had been a noted itinerant methodist preacher in Illinois, often holding conferences in company with the great Peter Cartwright.
When the Royal train, as it was known, arrived, Father Royal wished to hold a meeting.
A messenger was sent around among the settlers far and near that a meeting would be held on the following Sunday at what was then known as the Walton cabin, the remains of which now stand in J. E. Foss' orchard. It was something new in the history of Rogue River Valley and everybody came, mostly on horseback, a few with ox teams. The men came with their spurs clanging and pistols and knives belted to their waists. The cabin was not large enough to hold the crowd, so they adjourned to the shade of a wide-spreading oak that has now, like the people there assembled, disappeared forever from view. Father Royal then delivered a sermon and dedicated this land to the church of Christ and Him crucified. It was probably the first sermon that the sturdy pioneers had heard since they left their faraway home in the East, and although many of them had had hard experiences and were rough in exterior appearance, when the good old man (for if there ever was an honest, sincere Methodist, Father Royal was one) called for assistance to build a church edifice somewhere in the valley, the "boys" chipped in twenty-dollar gold pieces faster than dimes are put in at the present time in Talent.
Father Royal met with such good success that he and his son, Fletcher, went to Jacksonville and preached in the saloons, and the gamblers would quietly listen to the sermon while still bucking at the games, and when the hat was passed around would drop in their winnings let it be much or little. Early in the spring of 1854, Father Wilbur, the presiding elder, and Father Miller came to Rogue River, and it was decided to erect a church edifice at Jacksonville, which by the help of gamblers, horse racers, infidels and all classes was soon built and still stands, a landmark of the past generation.
Whether there has ever been much good to mankind accomplished within its walls is a question, but there has been earnest effort made by some true followers of the meek and lowly Jesus. Among the first Methodist clergymen to come to Rogue River were Stephen Taylor, whose relict, "Grandma" Taylor, still survives; also numerous grandchildren; and Father Gray, five of whose sons are yet members of the church.
Father John Stearns was the first Baptist minister to arrive and also preached his first sermon in the Walton cabin, a few sabbaths later than Father Royal. Numerous descendants of John Stearns are scattered through Oregon. His remains lie buried in the Talent cemetery, he having lived to the ripe old age of a century. I have often heard him relate how when a small boy his mother carried him to a place of safety, during the Revolutionary War. Four sons and two daughters came with him to Rogue River. Two of the sons, Myron and Samuel, were Baptist preachers. Avery P. was the first probate judge of the county, and David E. lived on and improved a farm on Wagner Creek.
They have now all passed to the other side.
His two daughters, Mr. B. J. Pengra and Mrs. I. Williams, are living in Lane County.
Grandchildren, great grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren too numerous to mention are with us yet, but few of them are members of the church that Father John Stearns spent his life in trying to establish.
The Revs. Fletcher and James B. Royal are sons of the above-mentioned Father Wm. Royal and reside in the Willamette Valley. Prof. Miller Royal, recently of the Ashland Normal School, was a grandson.
Talent News, October 1, 1892, page 2
JOURNAL OF 1853 TRAVELApril 13th, 1853--Left Covington at 2 o'clock p.m. The parting of our children with their juvenile friends was exceeding touching. Many tears were shed. We arrived at Danville to tea. Called on Bro. Kingsbury and spent the night with his family. Attended the prayer meeting. Our company was commanded to the prayer of the brethren by Bro. K.
ACROSS THE PLAINS AND THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS
FROM COVINGTON, INDIANA TO JACKSONVILLE, OREGON
DIARY OF WILLIAM HOFFMAN
(Submitted by Frederick Keith)
April 14th--Cold with skiff of snow. Left our Danville friends at 8 o'clock & proceeded 16 miles to feed. Arrived at Urbana to tea & remained till morning. Met with several old acquaintances. Severe hail storm & rain at this place.
April 15th--Left Urbana at 8 o'clock and proceed till 2 o'clock to feed. Found ourselves out of our way 12 miles on the Bloomington road. Continued our journey on another route and spent the night with a friend's family near Marion. Cold and cloudy all day.
April 16th--Left at 5 o'clock and arrived at Clinton at 8 o'clock to breakfast. Proceeded to Pulaski 20 miles. This town is the county seat of Logan County and is situated on a tremendous mount of great elevation in the midst of a prairie. Presents a handsome appearance. We proceeded our journey to Buffalo Hart grove to spend the night. arrived at dusk and found three different houses to which we applied for entertainment. Unable to accommodate us. At the end of the grove we happily found a kind family named Lawson, with whom we remained until morning.
April 17th--Thought best to go on to Springfield in order that we might have the privilege of preaching in the after part of the day. Arrived about 12 o'clock & put up at the city hotel where we were comfortably quartered. Attended preaching at 2nd Presb. church in the evening.
April 18th--Left Springfield at 8½ o'clock for railroad for Alton. Helping several teams on the way. Arrived at Saint Louis at about 2 o'clock p.m. on the steamer Cornelia, a fine boat. The Mississippi appears to be rising, judging from the driftwood floating. The water is very muddy. The day has been exceedingly unpleasant, raw & damp. Carrie is suffering with a severe attack of asthma. After a long search among boarding houses and hotels, we are domiciling for a brief space at the United States Hotel in very comfortable quarters at $9.00 per day for our company.
April 21st--Last night about 8 o'clock a fire broke out near the river which consumed a liquor store & its contents. The adjoining building was also burnt excepting the lower story. We are now busily engaged making our preparations for our journey across the plains.
April 23rd--This morning, Betsy, Mary, Julia and Florence went to St. Charles in an omnibus, a distance of twenty miles to see our friends John Orrs and family. We are still busily employed making arrangements for our journey over the plains.
Sunday, April 24th--Today I had the pleasure of keeping the Sabbath holy--in the morning I heard Dr. Rice recently of Cincinnati who has received and accepted call from the 2nd Presb. church in this place. He arrived here last week & preached his introductory sermon from "Now we are ambassadors for Christ &c." At 4 o'clock p.m. I attended a prayer meeting at the same church. In the evening I heard Doct. Anderson on the divinity of the Holy Ghost. The sermons I heard today were both excellent; both preachers have a high reputation and are deservedly popular. "How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend."
Sunday, May 1st, 1853--The past week has been one of toil, anxiety and disappointment, the result of untoward circumstances, unforeseen and beyond my control. This day is ushered in great beauty on account of the balmy state of the atmosphere.
Monday, 2nd--After the loss of sleep for a number of nights, I enjoyed the rest of the Sabbath with delight. I attended the preaching of Rev. Dr. Rice at 10½ o'clock; his subject was Justification by Faith from Romans 3:28. Therefore we concluded a man is justified by faith, without the deeds of the law. The sermon was decidedly able, exhibiting this canonical doctrine in a distinct and lucid manner. I was greatly blessed in listening to the truths of God's holy word. And especially in the reception of the members of the broken body & his blood of the Glorious Redeemer of men.
May 2nd, 1853--I hope to close up matters here today so as to leave for Weston tonight. Our freight has already been shipped on the Martha Jewett in care of John & Payson Mrich [sic--Ulrich?]; doubt hangs over our future movements. I commit all to the disposal of my Father in heaven.
Friday, May 6th, 1853--Left St. Louis on Monday, evening on board steamer Bluff City. Stopped at St. Charles and took on the family, who has been spending the week previous with the family of John Orrick, he himself being in St. Louis and with whom I had spent many pleasant hours. We had not met for 18 years. Our boat moves very slowly and from present indications we shall not reach Weston before next Tuesday. We have met so many detentions and mishaps as very much to discourage us in our undertaking, but hope that all will be for the best. The Missouri River is high and the current strong; we have had rain more or less every day since we left St. Louis. All the principal rivers are full.
Saturday, May 7th, 1853--This morning about 3 o'clock we were alarmed by a voice of distress, caused by the sudden illness of the captain's wife, whose delicate situation & being near the times of her delivery and having spasms, caused much sympathy among the passengers. Two physicians were in requisition and the boat returned to Glasgow 8 miles to leave the patient. The physicians entertain but slight hope that she will live through this severe ordeal.
Monday, May 9th, 1853--We reached Lexington last night, at which place a dispatch was recd. announcing the death of the lady of the capt. of this boat. She died the day after being landed. A number of the relatives of the deceased were on the boat on a pleasure trip, this being the first trip of the boat. The evening previous to her death these relatives were enjoying themselves with a dance but their pleasures were turned into the deepest sorrow & distress. Truly, in the midst of life we are in death. Yesterday we held a prayer meeting in the ladies' cabin and spent an hour very profitably. A Mormon preacher was aboard but did not hold forth. The weather is decidedly cold this morning, so much so as to be very uncomfortable indeed. The passengers, of whom there are a large number, enjoy generally good health, for which we are thankful to our heavenly Father.
Tuesday, May 10, 1853--The nights have been very cold, so much so as to render overcoats comfortable. We passed the mouth of the Kansas River this morning & if no unusual delay, we shall reach Weston this evening. As soon as we can purchase stock & complete our outfits, we propose starting on our journey across the plains. The season is backward, and although numbers have gone forward, we still hope to be in good time to make our journey to the land of our destination.
Sunday, May 15, 1853--On our arrival at Weston we hired a vacant house, and had our baggage & wagons & carriage removed there to perfect our arrangements. Today I attended the N.T. Presb. Sunday school, which I found to be large & flourishing, numbering over one hundred scholars. I was requested to address the children & teachers, which I did. At ¼ to 11 a part of our company attended divine worship at the church under charge of Rev. Mr. Starr, who preached an excellent sermon, plain and practical from the text "Rejoice evermore." In the afternoon I started to visit the Methodist Sunday school, but when I arrived at the church I found the school closed. I then visited the German school of the Methodist Church. I found a number of American children attending to learn to read German. The school was in much disorder. Returning homewards I stopped at the Methodist meeting house where the colored people were assembling for worship and heard two of their ministers holding forth from the text "If the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear?" There was but little connection in the discourses, being almost entirely hortatory--and as neither preacher used Bible or testament or hymn book, I inferred that they could not read. I was glad however to witness so many in attendance, being mostly, as I suppose, slaves. I purpose attending the evening service of Mr. Starr at the N.T.
Presb. church. One English & one German Methodist church and one Roman Catholic chapel & 3 S.S. schools in the place.
May 21st, 1853 Saturday, noon--Bank of the Missouri at Weston ferry--waiting to cross over, a part of our stock and wagons being already over. We hope to get all over so as to proceed a short distance and encamp for the night. The past week has been spent in purchasing cattle, horses & articles necessary for the journey, and after a long and tedious delay we are on the eve of our departure for the far West. After much delay proceeded to Fort Leavenworth and encamped. Here we found a beautiful stand of bluegrass and clover on which our stock fed voraciously. Were up nearly all night, arranging matters. One of our young men broke a wagon tongue by running his wagon against a high stump. A thunderstorm with rain came on during the night.
Sunday, May 22--We are under the necessity of laying by for the purpose of getting a new wagon tongue and equalizing our loading. This is very unpleasant to me, being so different from my accustomed manner of spending the Sabbath. I hope for better times yet. I had to expose myself to the rain, and being so much fatigued brought on a severe chill & fever.
Monday, May 23--Yesterday we proceeded to Salt Creek five miles and encamped, found good grass, water and fuel. Another emigrating party had preceded us & were already encamped at the same place; the party consisted of 7 teams with 30 men, they are going to California.
Tuesday, May 24th--We traveled yesterday about 16 miles or 18 miles, stopping an hour at noon to lunch and let the cattle graze; the California train kept us company until evening when they passed us to an encampment two miles ahead. We made our encamped in the prairie after several fruitless efforts to find water--we finally succeed in getting to a running stream sufficient for our purposes--we set our watch at 10 o'clock in regular turns of two hours, two
persons at each turn. This day brings us on the universal plains--boundless indeed they are and magnificent in their beauty, being now studded with brilliant flowers. We find the grass well up and the cattle have an abundant supply.
Wednesday, May 25th, 1853--Journeyed yesterday 18½ miles to the 1st branch of Grasshopper and found a very bad crossing. having to double team our wagons. The grass and water abundant. The California train did not cross over and encamped on the bank of the stream. I had a very hard chill and high fever during the afternoon. Set our watch and retired for the night. The prairie over which we passed today is very beautiful indeed and if brought under cultivation would yield very abundantly. Started this morning about ½ past seven and proceeded to Grasshopper to lunch and graze by 12 o'clock--bad slough near the creek--crossing tolerable.
Thursday, May 26th, 1853--Traveled yesterday about 16 miles and encamped on open prairie, finding no water for the cattle; the cattle had fully supplied themselves at Grasshopper five miles back, so they did not suffer for the want of water. We took the precaution to lay in a supply of wood for supper and breakfast. It rained during the night and will [no] doubtly make the roads heavy.
Friday, May 27, 1853--Started early yesterday and arrived at a branch or creek called Nemehaw; it is bridged with poles and is rather rough. We passed safely however. We find we have been mistaken in some of the streams mentioned and have really made better progress than we supposed. The distance traveled yesterday was 18 to 20 miles. Encamped in the open prairie near a grove of timber, where we shall perhaps find a running stream. We found plenty of water for all purposes in the prairie. Yesterday morning I took another chill which lasted nearly all day; including the fever it was very severe. Our company still enjoy good health and our young men seem to enjoy fine spirits.
Saturday, May 28, 1853--The distance traveled yesterday was about 25 miles which brought us to the Vermillion, a pretty creek where we crossed, the whole distance traveled from Fort Leavenworth being about 105 miles. Thus far our journey has been pleasant and prosperous, and I still trust in the good providence of God for the future. An emigrant party with but a single wagon encamped with us last night, and being destined for Oregon, desires to keep us company for safety. We are favored with delightful weather, but this is the easy part of our journey. Our cattle fare sumptuously on the prairie grass, which we find very abundant.
Sunday, May 29, 1853--We drove about 17 miles yesterday and encamped in the prairie with plenty of grass and water, timber near. We are within about 5 miles of the Big Blue River. Yesterday I had a return of chill and fever, though less severe than previous. I am in hopes I shall get over it soon as I am much prostrated. We contemplate resting part of today. We were visited with a tremendous thunderstorm & rain last night. Our wagon cover resisted its power exceedingly well. It poured down rain in torrents.
Monday, May 30, 1853--We traveled yesterday about 8 miles & encamped about 12 o'clock M. This morning we started after breakfast, expecting to reach the Big Blue River before night, but were disappointed. We traveled today about 16 miles & encamped in a beautiful basin in the prairie, with water for cattle. Today I missed my chill, for which I feel grateful.
Tuesday, May 31, 1853--We started this morning about half past five without breakfasting, having no fuel & water suitable for cooking; after a few miles travel it commenced raining and continued till we arrive at the Big Blue River about 10 o'clock--several trains are encamped here. We encamped near the river bottom about noon, not being able to cross the ferry until tomorrow morning. Today adopted a set of rules for the government of the hands in performance of camp labor. A party of Crow Indians were prowling about our encampment for the two past nights, which induced us to double our guard last night; they succeeded in stealing some horses and cattle from another train--a party are in pursuit.
Wednesday, June 1st--After breakfast, we pressed on to the ferry and found several trains ahead of us; we succeeded, after waiting for some time, to commence getting our train over about 12 o'clock. It commenced raining long before we got over, and a dreadful muddy time we had of it. Blue River is not more than five rods wide but very deep at present and current rapid. The descent & ascent are both steep & bad. We were surprised at finding an old acquaintance here in the person of Benjamin Orrick Esq., formerly of Maryland, whom I had not seen for 18 years. He is on his way to California with 9 wagons & 500 head of cattle. We started from Big Blue River at 2 o'clock and traveled about six miles & encamped in the prairie for the night. The prairie dogs give notice of their proximity by their peculiar kind of barking.
Thursday, June 2nd--Started this morning at half past five and drove 6 miles to breakfast and graze our cattle. Have several trains in sight today. The weather has cleared and the roads drying off; quite cool today. Our travel today is about 16 miles; encamped in the prairie for the night. Several droves of cattle are in our immediate vicinity numbering about 1000 head. We commenced unyoking our cattle and omit tying them up for the first time.
Friday, June 3rd, 1853--Started after breakfast about 7 o'clock and traveled until 12 to lunch & graze. Started again at 1½ o'clock and traveled to Big Sandy, making our travel about 19 miles. We had a rough broken country to travel over with some bad hollows and gullies. We stopped about 6 o'clock for the night and rain falling. We have had an abundance of rain since we left the Missouri.
Saturday, June 4th, 1853--We left this morning at 7 o'clock and had proceeded but a short distance before came to a bad ravine or rather series of ravines to cross; after a considerable delay we succeeded in getting over. I soon came to a pretty stream which we all concluded must be the Big Sandy, which we supposed we had crossed yesterday. After proceeding a mile we halted to noon & rest & graze for an hour, after which we drove until half past five & encamped for the night in the prairie. Our travel today did not exceed 15 miles--some of our cattle seem tender footed. We find our teams full light.
Sunday, June 5th, 1853--Started at nine o'clock and traveled about 4 miles to Little Sandy Creek, to spend the Sabbath. This is a pretty little stream of water. According to my calculations we have now traveled about 223 miles from the Missouri River and thus far Providence has blessed us with general health in our company & we have been freed from any serious accidents. The Sabbath on the plains is not such as my heart desires, nevertheless it has its sacred enjoyments, the more appreciated in the absence of sanctuary privileges. At six o'clock p.m. we started for a new camping ground & traveled about 3 miles where we found good grass on the open prairie, but no water for our cattle.
Monday, June 6th, 1853--Commenced our journey this morning about half past 7 and arrived at Little Blue at noon; remained two hours and continued our journey along the river until 5½ o'clock and encamped for the night, having traveled about 20 miles. The day was remarkably pleasant, and our cattle traveled well. I tried to catch fish in the river, but could not get so much as a nibble. Several trains in sight today. The country is considerably broken, our road crossing numerous ravines, but being sandy, we had no difficulty in crossing them.
Tuesday, June 7th, 1853--We traveled today 18 or 20 miles along the Little Blue & encamped for the night. We found the road quite rough with ravines, but caused us no particular delay. No incident worthy of note.
Wednesday, June 8th, 1853--Our travel today was 14 or 16 miles; roads very much [as] yesterday; our route was along the river, grass rather short compared with what we have had heretofore. At half past 5 o'clock we encamped for the night near the river; tried fishing again, but no success.
Thursday, June 9th, 1853--We laid by today for the purpose of washing, baking and arranging our wagons. The sun comes out very warm this morning and it promises to be uncomfortable hot. Thermometer stood 100. We were belated getting ready to change our encampment and the mosquitoes being very numerous rendered our cattle frantic. We did not get them quieted until near midnight.
Friday, June 10th, 1853--We started this morning at 5½ o'clock and encamped for breakfast about nine. Started again at 11 o'clock. Here we leave the Little Blue and cross over to the Platte, a distance of 25 miles without wood & but little water. We arrived at 12 Mile Creek about half past three o'clock. The water is quite muddy, not fit even for cattle. Traveled about three miles farther and encamped for the night having traveled 18 or 20 miles today. A severe storm of wind & rain came on soon after we encamped. There is almost constant wind on the plains which modifies the heat, which would otherwise be almost unbearable.
Saturday, June 11th, 1853--We got an early start this morning for the Platte River and being cool our cattle will travel fast. Our travel today is about 18 miles and [we] encamped on the flat in sight of the timber of the Platte River: We shall not get to the river until we reach Fort Kearny, being some eight miles distant. The day has been pleasant and with the exception that water has not to be had fit for drinking, we got along very conformably. Another train about a mile back, encamped.
Sunday, June 12, 1853--Day fair but exceedingly windy. We started at 9 o'clock and arrived opposite Fort Kearny at one o'clock p.m. intending to spend the remainder of the Sabbath near the Fort. We were permitted by Capt. Wharton to encamp near the Fort and were supplied with fuel & good water, set our watch and rested for the night. 8 miles.
Monday, June 13th, 1853--There being a post office at the Fort our company availed themselves of the opportunity to write letters home. We were surprised to meet Mr. John Hawkins here; he is an officer at this station. Our travel today is about 17 miles to the Platte. The river is quite high, good grass.
Tuesday, June 14th, 1853--Started this morning at half past seven and drove until half past twelve; noon & graze our stock. We found fair grass but no water for our stock. We are within a mile of the river at the nearest point. It is only occasionally that the road touches the river. Two wagons belonging to Mr. Gray bound for Oregon joined us yesterday, adding to our force three men. Last night we remodeled our guards, so that each individual will have to watch but two hours every other night. Two men herd the cattle morning & evening until the watch is set and are exempt from watch duty.
Wednesday, June 15th--Difficulty of procuring fuel delayed our getting off until quarter after eight this morning. Yesterday we traveled 24 miles to the crossing of Plum Creek, where we encamped for the night. We had the luxury of cool spring water in the creek proceeding from the creek bluff. Set our watch for the night & retired for rest. Traveled today until half past 12 & stopped to graze our cattle & lunch. Set forward again & traveled until six o'clock & encamped. Our travel today was 18 or 20 miles.
Thursday, June 16th, 1853--Last evening two buffalo appeared within two miles of camp; two of our young men set off in pursuit but did not get a shot at them. Game of every description has been very scarce during all of our journey thus far. Started on our journey at seven o'clock and stopped at half past 11 to noon & graze, grass is not very good. The road runs along the Platte bottom, which appears to be from 5 to 8 miles from bluff to bluff. The river is full & seems to be about 3 miles wide; there are numerous islands in the river, the scenery is beautiful and contrasts finely with the monotony of the plain through which we have passed. We had a sight of 4 or 5 buffalo near the bluff; several men went in pursuit but returned without a shot at them. We continued our journey to what we supposed to be a creek, Cottonwood Spring, distant from Fort Kearny 86 miles. Our travel today is 20 to 22 miles; at this point we have to lay in a supply of wood as there will be no opportunity for procuring it for some time.
Friday, June 17th, 1853--We get a start this morning at half past six o'clock and traveled till near 12 to noon at a deep ravine in which we found plenty of clear water, of which our cattle drank freely, being thirsty from having none since last evening. The river and bluffs approximated nearer to each other than usual today. These bluffs are nothing else than sand, presenting a very picturesque appearance, some of them very high and adorned with wild roses, & occasionally some trees. Our travel today is supposed to be 25 miles.
Saturday, June 18, 1853--Our encampment last night was at a slough, water clear but not very good, grass plenty. We started at half past 7 and traveled until noon, and then put forward until 6 o'clock, reaching the vicinity of the South Fork where we encamped, having cool spring water & tolerably good grass. After our arrival, through the carelessness of one of our drivers the tongue of one of our wagons was broken, though is such a manner as to be repaired sufficiently to proceed. We traveled yesterday 18 or 20 miles.
Sunday, June 19th, 1853--We remained in camp today (Sunday) to rest and so far as is practicable "Keep the Sabbath." We traveled last week nearly 130 miles.
Monday, June 20, 1853--We remained in camp until this morning and proceeded to the South Fork of the Platte preparatory to fording the river. The water will reach some 2 to 4 inches in wagon bed so that it will have to change our loading or raise the wagon beds. We engaged a ferry boat to take over our provisions & part of the women & children & forded with the wagons without difficulty. It took the entire day to accomplish the work, not being able to get the boat until 7 o'clock p.m. & having our loading to replace in the wagons. A large number of teams, cattle & sheep crossed over today. Here we overtook Doct. Gray & his company, they being detained several days to get their sheep across. The river here is about ¾ of a mile wide and from 1½ to 4 feet deep, excepting holes where it is still deeper. The ford is not bad. The current of this fork, as well as the main Platte and the Big & Little Blue Rivers, is very rapid which seems strange in a country apparently so level; there is however a continual elevation toward the mountains.
Tuesday, June 21st, 1853--We hitched up this morning and drove a short distance to find grass for our cattle & to breakfast & also to reload our wagons; we remained until half past 5 when we started for the North Fork of the Platte which we reached in 3½ miles & continued 1½ miles farther & encamped within half a mile of the river, fine grass but no wood.
Wednesday, June 22nd--We got off this morning about four o'clock and traveled about ten or eleven miles and encamped near the river (North Fork) to graze and breakfast; our cattle appear to be somewhat tender footed owing, no doubt, to fording the South Fork so often, by which their hoofs become softened. The road on the North Fork is more gravelly than that on the South Fork. Game continues scarce. We resumed our journey at half past two and traveled about 8 miles, making in all 18 or 19 miles today, and encamped for the night within half mile of the river, grass pretty good. Yesterday the weather was suffocatingly hot; today it is cold, requiring winter clothing, and fire would be pleasant. Two of our company are out hunting. As usual, no game.
Thursday, June 23rd--Started this morning at 8 o'clock. The road took us from the river and led us on to the bluffs which we traveled for 15 miles before we struck the river again. The scenery was grand in the extreme, some of the bluffs being literally covered with yellow flowers--we found no grass or water for our cattle. We proceeded to the river bottom, but spent two or three hours finding suitable grass and at last did not get good as we desired. Through the carelessness of one of our hands, one of our horses came near drowning. Two more hunters returned without game. Our travel today is about 17 miles today.
Friday, June 24th, 1853--We got up this morning about 5 o'clock and traveled two hours to breakfast & procure grass for our cattle, in which they stood in great need. We encamped on the edge of the bluff, near the river, where we found good grass. Traveled about 16 miles.
Saturday, June 25th, 1853--We remained in camp until 3 o'clock for the purpose of enabling the women to wash & bake. We then traveled until 8 o'clock p.m. before we could encamp. The mosquitoes were exceedingly bad causing our cattle to leave the encampment unperceived, which caused no little excitement, & there was a general rush for horses to go in pursuit; the cattle, finding their tormentors everywhere, returned into camp in half an hour. We were compelled to chain up our cattle for the night. The road traveled this afternoon was exceedingly heavy, traveled about 5 miles.
Sunday, June 26th--We started this morning at half past 5 o'clock and traveled about 7 miles over a horribly sandy road to breakfast, our cattle being in a bad plight for so severe a trial of their strength. Started again at one p.m. and traveled until half past two when we encamped for the balance of the day. We found a creek & spring near us; the boys caught a mess of fish. We have been unfortunate in being compelled to travel farther on the Sabbath since we have been on the plains than we either desired or intended, wishing merely to change our encampment. The weather has been oppressively hot during the day, the nights cool & pleasant. Mosquitoes very numerous & hungry. In our travels for the last week we have been along the North Fork of the Platte. The bluffs along the river are frequently quite high & present a highly picturesque appearance. Many of them are mere sand hills, while others are mud and limestone formation. I saw one on Saturday quite high & overhanging, under which the swallows had built their mud nests, and their number was legion. We are now approaching to many of the curiosities of the route which will be duly noted.
Monday, June 27th, 1853--We got up this morning at half past seven & traveled over a heavy sandy road until 12 o'clock when we stopped to noon near the river. The wind soon raised to a gale from the west and blew so fiercely that it was deemed impracticable to go forward on account of the clouds of dust & sand. We came about 10 miles at noon. The wind storm continued so severe until night that we were compelled to remain in camp until next morning. Fortunately our cattle had pretty fair grazing in the river bottom.
Tuesday, June 28th, 1853--Winter clothing feels comfortable this morning; the wind is still quite high and decidedly cold. We got off at 8 o'clock to pursue our journey & traveled until half past 12. Started again at 2 & traveled until 6½ making the day's travel 20 miles. We encamped 1 mile from the river in sight of the Court House Rock & Chimney Rock, both being remarkable formations. The former at a distance of 7 miles looks very much like a huge building. Good grass, no fuel, have a supply we have hauled fifty miles.
Wednesday, June 29th--Morning very cold, started our train at 7 o'clock and traveled until half past 11 to lunch. After which we continued our journey until we passed the Chimney Rock about a mile and encamped. Mosquitoes plenty. Chimney Rock is greatly exaggerated both as to its appearance & dimensions. It is an uncouth mass of sand rock, with a peak (which is split) and although at a distance presents a rather interesting scene, yet when approached it is altogether unsightly. "Distance lends enchantment to the scene." Our travel today was over excellent road crossing Courthouse Creek, a fine stream; we made 25 miles. In our encampment we have good grass 1 mile from the river.
Thursday, June 30th, 1853--Got under way this morning from opposite Chimney Rock at at ¼ past seven o'clock and traveled about 3 miles when a heavy shower came up from the south. It was deemed prudent to unhitch our cattle until the storm had passed over; the showers continued for several hours and as there [it] is said that the necks of the cattle become sore by traveling in the rain, we let them graze until 12 o'clock, when we resumed our journey. Several of our oxen became lame, without any apparent cause. For some time past, we have been hoping to reach Fort Laramie by the 4th of July, but it now seems improbable, which we much regret. We continue our journey until we arrived within two miles of Scotts Bluffs, having traveled about 26 or 27 miles over good road; we have no water for our cattle, having failed to find a spring said to be in the vicinity of our encampment. The scenery here is highly picturesque, some of the bluffs beautiful at a distance. I am decidedly tired with the duties of the day & am on guard for two hours.
Friday, July 1st--Last night we had well nigh met with a serious accident in having our family wagon set on fire: We had left a piece of candle burning in a lantern suspended from the bow of the wagon, which having burned to the socket set fire to grease in the bottom of the lantern; the heat burned off the leather string & the lantern fell on the bedding, burning a blanket slightly; it was timely discovered without serious injury, 3 of our children were asleep. We started this morning at 6½ o'clock; at 10 we arrived at the upper end of the valley of Scotts Bluffs. Here the scenery is unsurpassed loveliness, the valley being surrounded nearly on all sides by very high bluffs displaying all sorts of fantastic shapes & figures, which with the aid of imagination may be towers or edifices & fortifications. It is worth a great deal of toil to witness so beautiful a picture. We continued our journey until 6 o'clock having traveled about 20 miles; after encamping we were visited by an Indian chief & his family consisting of himself, 4 squaws and another Indian. They were well dressed & fine looking. We gave them some provisions & bartered for some fresh buffalo meat.
Saturday, July 2nd--We commenced our journey today at 4 o'clock and traveled until 10, when we stopped for breakfast on buffalo steaks, which we enjoyed very much; our encampment was near a beautiful creek of clear cool water, grass moderately good, we let our cattle rest & graze until 3 o'clock & then proceeded about five miles farther and encamped for the night, making our day's journey about 20 miles. We are on the river bottom, grass not very good; we are about 17 miles from Fort Laramie, which we expect to reach on Monday morning to spend the 4th July.
Sunday, July 3rd, 1853--Started this morning at 8½ o'clock and traveled over a barren region over sand bluffs until 2 o'clock before we could procure grass for our cattle. We stopped a short time at a trading establishment, to take in spring water for drinking & cooking. These trading concerns are kept by white men who had taken Indian women for wives. They usually have several large buffalo tents and a log house daubed with mud. The articles for sale are flour, sugar, coffee etc. also moccasins, buffalo meat etc. There is also a blacksmith shop connected with the establishment. Our encampment last night was on the river bottom near a prairie dog town. These little animals burrow in the ground, throwing out around their holes small hillocks; these hills are from ten to twenty feet apart and are very numerous, covering many acres of ground; it is said that there are subterranean avenues running from one den to another. There is always a sentinel on watch, who on the least alarm gives warning by a peculiar barking, when all retreat into their dens except the sentinel, who remains at his post until the last moment to secure his safety. In consequence of not finding a sufficiency of grass for our cattle, we were compelled to travel all day, after resting 2 hours from 2 till 4 o'clock, we arrived at Fort Laramie near sunset & receiving permission from Lieut. Garnett, we encamped near the Fort on good grass, set our watch & retired for the night.
Monday, July 4th, 1853--Contrary to our expectations a week ago, we are at Fort Laramie to celebrate the ever-memorable Fourth of July. It is true we have no reading of the Declaration nor an oration, but we have a picnic of the best our supplies would permit us to have. My thoughts naturally reverted to the probable Sabbath school celebration in Covington, in which it would give me great pleasure to participate. I have not heard of anything like a celebrating [of] the 4th at the Fort. We have now accomplished about one third of our journey quite prosperously & if favored by divine Providence the remainder of journey we may reasonably hope to get through to Oregon in due season, say 1st of Oct. We expect to remain here today and tomorrow to recruit our cattle and have some work done, At 12 o'clock M. a national salute was fired from the Fort, which we returned with our small arms.
Tuesday, July 5th
Wednesday, July 6th--Remained in camp to recruit our cattle and for the purpose of washing, baking etc. Caught some fine fish in the Laramie River.
Thursday, July 7th, 1853--Left our encampment near the Fort and proceeded to the ferry where we forded the river without difficulty and proceeded about 9 miles & encamped on rather poor grass for the night.
Friday, July 8th, 1853--Started this morning at 4 o'clock and drove 3 or 4 miles to graze and take breakfast, near the river. At 10 o'clock we proceeded on our journey, leaving the Platte bottom & rising into the bluffs found a very high & rugged hill to ascend, after which the road proved to be excellent. We passed the warm spring about noon and continued our journey until five o'clock when we arrived at Bitter Cottonwood Creek where we encamped for the night, having traveled about 23 miles. We found a good camping place plenty of good grass, wood and water.
Saturday, July 9th, 1853--Commenced our journey this morning at half past seven, expecting to arrive to a good place to noon, but did not find it; about 11 o'clock we saw six buffalo on the bluffs and six of our young men went in pursuit of them; a number of Indians came to our wagons during the absence of our men, leaving us destitute of sufficient number of firearms. We proceeded however and about 2 o'clock four of the men returned; up to near eight o'clock the other two have not come in, causing us serious apprehensions for their safety, as Indians were numerous. In consequence of suspicious movements on the part of the Indians, we thought best to tie up our cattle and doubled our watch tonight. We traveled about 18 miles. Our young men came into camp before we retired for the night.
Sunday, July 10th, 1853--This morning we simply moved our encampment about a mile for breakfast, but the grass being insufficient for the cattle until tomorrow, we proceeded on our way in hope of getting a better supply & to rest during the remainder of the day. This we accomplished about 2 o'clock in a fine bottom with [a] small running stream. In the evening we changed our encampment onto the high ground and remained until after breakfast; several of our cattle to be tenderfooted, our travel today is about 10 miles.
Monday, July 11th--Traveled today about 15 miles over a very hilly road with sharp gravel, severe on the feet of our cattle, encamped at a creek 4 miles west of La Boute Creek, for the night.
Tuesday, July 12th--Traveled today to La Prele Creek, a fine stream with fair grass; did not get off this morning until 11 o'clock, having our cattle to attend to in consequence of tender feet. Our road today is considerably better than yesterday. We passed several curious bluffs today.
Wednesday, July 13--Started this morning at 9¼ o'clock and traveled till one to noon; grass very poor, the stream we are on is called Fourche Boise River, being nine miles from our encampment of last night. We had to make a temporary tongue to supply the place of one broken. We are now about one third of journey, and a merciful Providence has graciously preserved us up to the present time; humbly trusting in His continued care over us, we continue our toilsome journey, hoping to see the end thereof in due time. We continued our journey 4 or 5 miles further and encamped for the night in the river (Platte) bottom, glad to leave the hills; our day's travel is consequently 13 or 14 miles.
Thursday, July 14th, 1853--Traveled today over a good road about 17 miles, being within a mile of Mud Creek. Our encampment is on the river bottom, excellent grass. We saw several lots of buffaloes yesterday. Our boys went in pursuit & shot one down, one of the men went up to contemplate the beast in his dying agonies, when to the astonishment & chagrin of all, he jumped up & made off, no buffalo meat for our supper! We bought a ham of an antelope for which we paid one dollar. It was very large; the hunter gave us a large portion of the forequarters. A large Oregon train are on the opposite side of the river, waiting for more company to come up.
Friday, July 15th, 1853--Started this morning at 8 o'clock and traveled till one to noon; started again at 3 and traveled on until we came opposite the bridge across the Platte River, making about 16 miles travel today. We shall cross over (as soon as we get our blacksmithing done) today. One of men went buffalo hunting & killed one, came into camp to get help; several of our young men went along to find & guard it from the wolves until morning. A Mr. Johnson who has a large drove of cattle for California sent us about 100 lb. buffalo meat last night, which one of his men had killed. These animals are very numerous & may be seen every day. The meat is very fine, so also is the antelope.
Saturday, July 16th--We crossed the bridge over the Platte River yesterday about 10 o'clock and traveled 10 or 12 miles, taking the river road. The grass is very poor indeed, barely sufficient to sustain our cattle. We encamped about 7 o'clock for the night. Mosquitoes very bad. The price of toll for crossing the bridge is $5.00 for 1 wagon & 5 yoke of oxen, loose cattle 12 cents each. We however got ours taken over for $3.00 & 8½.
Sunday, July 17th--Started this morning at 9 o'clock and traveled until one before we could get grass even tolerable. We are opposite the Red Buttes, being very high bluffs, a portion of which is very red. We are in proximity to alkali water. We are encamped for the remainder of the day on the bank of the river, but expect to leave in the morning for the last time--7 miles.
Monday, July 18th--Started this morning at 8 o'clock and traveled till one to noon--poor grass. Started again at 2½ o'clock and traveled to Willow Spring & encamped for the night--poor grass again our cattle have fared badly for several days. Some rain today, the first for some time past. Our travel today about 18 miles.
Tuesday, July 19th, 1853--We left the Willow Springs at half past 4 o'clock and traveled about 7 miles before finding any grass on which our cattle could feed. We found tolerable good grass over a second bluff from the road; it was a natural basin, between two bluffs, well covered with grass about the size of an 80-acre lot, one half of which was covered with a pond of sweet water and tall grass. We let the cattle graze several hours & continued our journey. Our entire travel today is about 14 miles. Last evening 3 of our drivers returned to camp well laden with buffalo meat which one of them had succeeded in killing. We also had an opportunity of taking some from the carcass of one killed a short time before, notice of which was written on a paper & put on a stick by the road side--it was yet warm. We have on hand some 200 lbs. meat.
Wednesday, July 20th--Our encampment last night was on Greasewood Creek, a delightful spot with good grass on which our cattle feed finely. We started this morning at ¼ before 8 o'clock and traveled to Independence Rock to noon. This is a stupendous mass of granite rock lying in the open plain. The Sweetwater River coming near its southern base, nearly all of our company, large & small, climbed to the top to view the surrounding country--at 3 o'clock we continued our journey & at 5 o'clock arrived at the Sweetwater Canyon (strangely called "Devils Gate"). This is one of the most sublime views I have ever had--the rocks of granite tower perpendicular some 400 or 500 feet above the rushing waters, which have made a passage through the mountains; at this place the gorge is barely sufficient at the entrance, but enlarges towards the outlet. A more wild, picturesque & sublime scene I never witnessed. We proceeded at nearly sun setting a mile & a half to the bottom of the Sweetwater, a beautiful spot, to encamp for the night, where our cattle regaled themselves with excellent grass. Our travel today is 16½ miles.
Thursday, July 21--We remained in camp until noon for the purpose of exchanging a lame ox & heifer for a yoke of cows, which we effected by giving 50 lbs. sugar [to] boot. We then proceeded about 10 miles and encamped on the bank of Sweetwater River--good grass and pleasant encampment. We saw a little snow on the distant mountains, where it is said to remain all the year. We are in the vicinity of Alkali Lake. Note--while at Independence Rock, I made search for grave of Mrs. Elizabeth Campbell, at the urgent request of her brother, Mr. P. P. Ellis of St. Louis; from the description given me, I doubt not the grave has been washed away by the river as I could not find it.
Friday, July 22nd--We traveled today about 11 miles over the heaviest road we have yet had and encamped within 1½ miles of Bitter Cottonwood Creek. In jumping across a creek I sprained my right ankle severely as nearly to disable me from walking. It's gratifying to be able to say that the health of our company continues good.
Saturday, July 23--We remained in camp until 12½ o'clock for the purpose of getting our horses shod and the extensions of our wagon beds braced & do up some other chores. We then proceeded on our journey until we arrived at the fordings of Sweetwater, at the latter of which we encamped for the night, grass tolerably good on the opposite side of the river. Near the encampment we saw a lake of considerable size--supposed to be alkali. The scenery about it very fine. We are in the midst of immense masses of granite rock all along the river course. We passed a considerable number of dead oxen [no] doubtly killed by drinking alkali water, which is very plentiful in all this region. We have to exercise great care & prudence with our stock. Found red & black currants, the former too sweet to be palatable.
Sunday, July 24th--Left this morning at 9 o'clock & traveled 6 miles and encamped on the bank or bottom of the Sweetwater for the purpose of spending the day & enjoyed a religious season on a rocky eminence, before the rising of the sun. A beautiful lake & green grass flat were in view and the rising sun all conspired to produce devout feelings. We had a thunderstorm after we encamped. The earth appears to be mixed with some kinds of alkaline salts, of which our cattle in some way partook so as to make several of them sick. The scenery around us is still very fine.
Monday, July 25th, 1853--The morning is cold, though no appearance of frost. Our cattle all seem better of the alkali and we are in hopes no bad consequence may ensue. We started this morning at 7¼ o'clock, expecting to have a long drive today, being desirous of making Pacific Springs by Wednesday night. We traveled till one o'clock to noon but no grass for our cattle. We resumed our journey until 6 o'clock when we reached the Sweetwater River again, having traveled 18 miles over the most desolate country we have yet seen, roads sandy & heavy. Our cattle seem quite wearied and the supply of grass tonight is rather limited. We are in the alkali region and many cattle have died in consequence of drinking the water. The weather is cool, sufficiently so for frost. Our altitude must be near 7000 above the ocean.
Tuesday, July 26th, 1853--We started this morning at qtr. after 8 o'clock and traveled about six miles to noon, started again at one o'clock and traveled seven miles farther to a point where the road leaves the river, and not being able to get to grass & water if we left the river, we concluded to encamp for the night, having traveled 13 miles. We are nearly surrounded by lofty bluffs and the scenery is grand and picturesque.
Wednesday, July 27th, 1853--Started this morning at 7½ o'clock & drove among the bluffs & spurs of the Wind River Range of the Rocky Mountains until 12½ o'clock to noon in a lovely little valley covered with fresh grass on which our cattle luxuriate finely. After taking our lunch, we again proceeded on our journey. We have a most glorious sight before us--the Wind River chain of the Rocky Mountains--with abundance of snow upon them. We continued our journey until evening and encamped on Willow Creek, a beautiful mountain stream of cold water. Grass rather short, though fresh & green. Tonight we expect to encamp in Oregon Territory, through which we have to travel a thousand miles to reach our destination. A merciful Providence has kindly watched over us. May we be grateful! 18 or 20 miles travel today.
Thursday, July 28th--Beautiful morning--we got off at 8 o'clock and traveled 5 miles to the last ford of the Sweetwater River, being within 10 miles of the South Pass of the Rocky Mountains, thence seven miles and left the road one mile to the Sweetwater River to graze our cattle. Learning that there was no grass at the Pacific Springs, where we intended to remain at this place, having pretty fair grass. Here we have the most magnificent view of the snow-clad Rocky Mountains which we have yet had. I should delight to make a visit to those far-famed mountains and get, if I could to the snow region. Our travel today is but 12 miles direct.
Friday, July 29th--After yoking our cattle this morning, we learned that the "Missionary Train" comprising several ministers of the Methodist Episcopal Church, was within a few miles of our encampment; we remained stationary, until its arrival, with a view of joining them. The train consists of nine wagons with 5 families. The proprietors have consented to take us in as also Rev. Mr. Gray, who has traveled with us from Fort Kearny. Mr. Ducker, who has also traveled with us for a time, is desirous of getting into the same train, but the results is as yet unknown. We shall continue encamped on the Sweetwater until morning. We are within 3 miles of the pass or summit.
Saturday, July 30th--Started this morning at 8 o'clock and traveled in company with the "Missionary Train" and traveled until 1½ o'clock when we rested a half hour (having no grass for our cattle) to lunch, after which we proceeded until 6 o'clock--having reached Dry Sandy Creek we turned to the right and pursued the road 5 miles, being informed we should find good grass but were sadly disappointed and our cattle had nothing but sage to feed on during the night. At early dawn we yoked our cattle & tied them up to prevent their wandering away until we could find grass, if to be found. Finally we did find grass 3 miles from our camp, whither our stock was driven.
Sunday, July 31st, 1853--Having succeeded in procuring feed for our cattle as stated above, we remained stationary to rest on the Sabbath and enjoy the privilege of hearing a sermon preached by one of the ministers of the Missionary Train. We are now on the Pacific side of the Rocky Mountains, with the Wind River chain fully in view, the perpetual snow banks glittering in the sunbeams & seeming to be some 10 or 15 miles distant, whilst in reality the mountains are said to be 40 miles distant. It is reported that a couple of young men once set off from this point to go to the mountains to get some snow, the mountains the meanwhile appearing as far off as ever. Sacrament of the Lord's Supper on the plains! The ministers of the Missionary Train appointed a communion season for this day, being the first Sabbath in Oregon--at one o'clock, services commenced, sermon by Rev. Mr. Gray from Matt. 10:32 & 33: "Whosoever confesseth me before men, him will I confess before my Father in heaven--whosoever denieth me" &c, &c. A plain practical discourse at the conclusion of which the service of the communion were attended to by Rev. Mr. Royal's son assisted by the other ministers--some twenty or more united in celebration [of] the dying love of our adorable Redeemer, and much we needed the refreshing influences of divine grace upon our hearts, the better to prepare us to meet the many annoyances and perplexities of this toilsome journey, so trying to both body & mind & soul. Ardently do I pray that as my day and trail may be, so may God's grace be appointed unto me. I have much [to] lament & mourn over since I left my peaceful quiet home in Indiana and I have vowed unto the Lord that if He will bring us all safely to our far-off destination I will endeavor to be more faithful in His service and more exemplary in my Christian deportment than I have been. Oblivion for the past--Amendment for the Future. This closes my journal up to the 1st day of August.
Monday, August 1st, 1853--Resumed our journey at 9 o'clock, having driven our cattle seven miles off the direct road to get them grass. We traveled on main road 10 miles to Little Sandy, passing the junction of the Salt Lake & Fort Hall roads. We took the former to travel on it some 20 to 25 miles & then strike north in order to arrive at 49 Mile Desert. After traveling about 6 miles down the Little Sandy we encamped for the night. Grass poor, our actual travel today is about 22 miles--though in a direct line on our journey about 18 miles.
Tuesday, Aug. 2nd--Our cattle fared better than we had hoped for, our companions in travel could not drive their cattle to grass last night having let them scatter. We left at 10 o'clock and proceeded towards Big Sandy which we reached in 5 or 6 miles and continued on the main route 7 miles farther, where we left the road a mile & encamped on the Big Sandy for the night. Our cattle were driving off from the creek 1½ miles to get grass. The road from the South Pass to this point is of superior excellence, being nearly level and quite smooth, differing totally from the idea I had formed of the Rocky Mountains. The Big Sandy here is approached from high bluffs on either side and makes it somewhat difficult to reach water.
Wednesday, Aug. 3rd--We left this morning at 9 o'clock and traveled until 2 o'clock when we arrived at Big Sandy where we rested an hour to lunch and then proceeded towards Green River about 5 miles and encamped about 1 miles off the road, where we found pretty good bunchgrass but had no water for our cattle. Our travel today has been exceedingly dusty, the wind being very high. This is indeed a most desolate region--the soil in many places being too sterile to produce even the universal earthiness. Our travel today is about 17 miles.
Thursday, Aug. 4th--Our journey commenced today at 8 o'clock and we proceeded towards Green River where we arrived about 1½ o'clock and crossed over at the Ferry for which we had to pay $5.00 per wagon & carriage amounting to $30--for 1½ hours work. Our cattle & horses we swam across the river. One of our hands who swam one of the horses across was near being drowned as well as the horses, but succeeded in getting over safe. In consequence of some difficulty between our hands & those of the Missionary Train, we separated and again travel alone, Mr. Ducker continuing with us. We are now contemplating the propriety of taking the southern route, in consequence of being late. 12 miles.
Friday, Aug 5th--Got under way at 6¾ o'clock and traveled until 2 o'clock and watered our cattle at a small branch from 2 to 3 feet deep and from 3 to 4 feet wide. We could not find grass for our cattle although I had traveled some 10 miles over the most desolate region I ever saw. Took a lunch and proceeded until 6 o'clock & encamped for the night--having some grass but no water. In a valley contiguous to our camp, we have some artemisia 8 feet high and 8 inches through. Our travel today is about 18 miles on the Kinney Cutoff. We are at a loss to know when we shall get water again. 18 miles.
Saturday, August 6th--Started from our unpleasant encampment this morning at 8¼ o'clock and traveled over several high mountains & in deep valleys until 6 o'clock when we encamped for the night about 1½ miles from the road at the foot of a mountain in a beautiful succession of valleys, covered with fine green grass on which our cattle fed voraciously, not having had good grass for some time back. Our travel today was but 10 or 12 miles--the ascent and descent of the mountains being very steep.
Sunday, Aug. 7th, 1853--We remained in camp today to rest & keep holy time. Our encampment is in sight of a lofty range of mountains, one rising above the other, with masses of snow towards the top. We are near a mountain spring of the purest, coldest water imaginable, boiling up from the earth and passing off in a considerable stream. The Missionary Train did not get up with us, and we are out of reach of preaching so far as we know. The wind is strong today & quite cool; mornings and evenings are sometimes cold & always cool, so that we can comfortably use a winter's supply of bed clothing at night. The middle of the day is rather warm for comfort. At the close of the day the wind was high and cold. Our hands took a ramble to the mountains & brought a bucket of snow ice which with the addition of cream & sugar gave us the luxury of ice cream, on the Rocky Mountains. Note--From the junction of the Salt Lake & Fort Hall road we took the left-hand or Salt Lake road and proceeded on to the crossing of Big Sandy and then on again until we struck the Big Sandy the second time, when we struck across Green River 16 miles. On this 16 miles we found grass off this road but no water. This is called Kinney's Cutoff. From Green River on we found no water for 12 miles. About a mile or so after leaving the junction of the Kinney & Sublette's Cutoff, we followed a trail to the right about 1½ miles where we found abundance of best grass & purest spring water. About us high mountains with snow.
Monday, Aug. 8th--Started about the usual hour and ascended some very high mountains and crossed some bad sloughs or small creeks, the descent of the mountains leading to the valley of Harris Fork of Green River was the most difficult of any we have had. We arrived at our encampment on the bottom of Harris Fork at 6 o'clock where we had pretty good grass. The "Missionary Train" also came up late & encamped a half mile below us. We made but about 12 miles, but found it a hard day's travel for our cattle.
Tuesday, Aug. 9th--We were late getting off this morning about 8 o'clock and traveled until two; finding no water, we took a lunch & proceeded in the valley of Thomas' Fork of Bear River. At starting this morning we ascended a high mountain, the road near the tip, running on a ridge or backbone, making the ascent difficult. The descent was gravel & fine. This afternoon we had another high mountain to pass over, the descent being more steep than in the morning. We did not get encamped until after dark, too late to drive them to the grass selected, about one mile from the camp; We however succeeded in getting them some grass. They were very tired from excessive labor. Mr. Ducker, who has traveled with us a long time, left us to join another train going to Rogue River Valley by way of the Humboldt. Travel today 18 to 20 miles.
Wednesday, Aug 10th--Let our cattle graze this morning until 10 o'clock and turned our cattle to graze--at 2 o'clock we continued our journey until 6 o'clock where we encamped on Bear River, having forded Smith's Fork, a fine rushing stream. The distance traveled being 12 to 14 miles over a very fine road. Our encampment is on first-rate bottom grass. Corralled our cattle & set the watch. Caught a mess of trout.
Thursday, Aug. 11--We started on our journey this morning at half past seven and proceed to until half past 12 having crossed Thomas Fork of Bear River where we lunched. Continued until 6 o'clock on the summit of a mountain 2 miles from Brookharts Creek, having ascended the mountain without difficulty. Made 18 miles today. On the summit of the mountain we found some of the tallest bunchgrass I ever saw, on which our cattle fed to their full satisfaction.
Friday, Aug. 12, 1853--We started this morning at 7½ o'clock and soon commenced descending the most difficult mountain road we have had; it was not only very steep in places but exceedingly rough, severely trying the strength of our wagons. We descended safely into Bear River Valley and drove to the river to water our cattle, after which we continued our journey until one o'clock and nooned. We proceeded onward till 7 o'clock and encamped near a spring branch having an abundance of bunchgrass, which abounds all over this region and is particularly nutritious for cattle. 20 miles today.
Saturday, Aug 13th--After breakfast we started for Indian Creek 3 miles and encamped in Bear River 1½ miles to remain until Monday morning for the purpose of washing and overhauling & cleaning our wagons, which employed us until night. Most of the young men spent a portion of the day in fishing and caught a mess of a kind unknown to me, somewhat resembling suckers, though a better fish; the river also abounds in salmon trout, some of which were taken. The day was uncomfortably warm but the nights are generally cold. We are within 20 miles of the famed Soda Springs, which we expect to reach on Monday.
Sunday, Aug. 14th--We remain in camp today. We are surrounded by immense qualities of bunchgrass. India Creek quite near; its water delightfully cold & pleasant. We had hoped that the Missionary Train would have come up to us, that we might have enjoyed the privilege of hearing the Gospel dispensed by some of the ministers conducted with the train, of whom there are five. We left a card at the junction of the roads, to inform them of our whereabouts, but they did not come and we must employ the sacred hours (those at least who are conscientious) in the best manner we can. The mountains on either side of the river are grand & picturesque in appearance, the river on the western range running close to its base. Here we have the wild flax, bearing a pretty blue flower.
Monday, Aug. 15th--About the usual hour we commenced our journey and traveled until noon to lunch & graze our cattle & proceeded to within a mile of the far-famed Soda or Beer Springs, without being aware of their exact locality. Finding no good water, I attempted to find the Bear River, which I succeeded in doing after traveling over a country of remarkable features. The earth in places being covered with innumerable rocks giving unmistakable evidence of volcanic action. The earth itself appeared exceedingly hard and in places sounded as if hollow. I did not reach our train until after dark and being too late [to] drive to the river, we encamped near the road without water for our stock. 19 miles.
Tuesday, Aug. 16th--This morning we were stirring by daybreak and yoked our cattle to drive to Sugar Creek to water them. We had not proceeded more than two miles when we reached it, and after watering we proceeded back to the Soda Springs & breakfast. These springs are numerous, the water breaking out on the top & sides of low mounds; the water is constantly bubbling up, caused by the escaping gas, some of the water runs over & soon forms a crust of a reddish-yellow appearance. Some of the spring holes formed small hillocks on the top of a natural basin fills with water and through which the gas escaped. The springs near Sugar Creek are said to be poisonous, an emigrant having died from the effect of drinking the water freely. There is a noble Soda Spring about a mile from the creek on the roadside and immediately on the bank of Bear River--the water boils constantly and is said to be pure soda water--with sugar & tartaric acid it made a pleasant drink. About half a mile farther on, a short distance from the road in the left on the bank of the river, is the famous Steam Boat Spring. The water is in a constant agitation, as much so as can be conceived of, a portion of which runs into the river. I did not recognize the puffing in imitation of steam escaping from a steam boat as has been represented. No sound but the bubbling of the water was heard. We traveled a short distance, leaving Bear River, which changes its course, and nooned, then proceeded until 6 o'clock & encamped 3 miles west of Bear River on the junction of the Fort Hall & California roads.
Wednesday, Aug. 17th--Started early this morning and proceeded 8 miles to the mountain over which we proceeded most of the day. We stopped to noon at Cady's Creek, a fine mountain stream of pure & cold water, proceeded over mountains & through ravines & valleys until 6 o'clock & encamped near a fine stream of water suppose to be Dennions Creek, having an abundance of mountain trout in it. We were fortunate in finding a good supply of excellent grass for our stock. In descending the mountains, one of our oxen overstrained himself so much that the blood gushed from his nostrils & there is danger of losing him. After due deliberation & prayerful seeking for diving direction we concluded to take the southern route via the Humboldt River & Goose Lake to Rogue River Valley, fearing that we were too late to venture on the northern route on account of snow in the Cascade Mountains. We are now traveling near two other trains, one owned by Owen & Smith, sheep & cattle and the other by the missionary company. 20 miles today.
Thursday, Aug. 18th--Started this morning at 7 o'clock and proceeded on our way until we arrived at a swamp 8 miles to noon & proceeded on our way until about 3 o'clock when a terrific storm arrested our progress for a while. The wind was very strong & the rain fell in torrents; it was at the base of a mountain, after the rain had measurably ceased we continued 4 miles farther & encamped near the mountain on excellent grass, but no water. The sick ox died before we left our encampment in the morning, having ruptured a vessel by excessive holding back in descending
a mountain. Travel today 18 miles.
Friday, Aug. 19th--Started at 7½ o'clock and traveled until 1½ o'clock to noon on a creek. Proceeded on until 5½ o'clock & encamped for the night. Our travel for a few days has been emphatically in the mountains--the scenery in many instances being truly magnificent. After the storm yesterday we had a splendid rainbow, spanning the entire heavens and even before the mountain sides. The clouds appeared far below the tops of the mountains & was altogether exceedingly beautiful. After riding to Spring Run, I ascertained that no grass could be had near; I returned & stopped the train 2 miles back where we had excellent grass & encamped for the night. 18 miles.
Saturday, Aug. 20th--Started early this morning and traveled to Spring Run 2 miles, thence over a mountain, through a canyon to the summit 9 miles, thence down a miserably steep & rough descent, by hitching some oxen back of each wagon, but got down safely; proceeded 1 mile to noon and thence about 6 miles and turned off two miles towards the bluffs & encamped near a spring run, but found a scanty supply of water. Travel today about 18 miles direct.
Sunday, Aug 21st--This is the Lord's day and we are encamped with the Missionary Train and another, in hopes of enjoying the privilege of hearing the Gospel preached. About 2 o'clock this morning we drove our cattle to the little mountain stream to water, but our cattle did not fare very well as the little water there was soon became muddied so as to prevent them from drinking freely. Our traveling last week amounted to 100 miles. We have been fortunate in finding good supplies of grass and our present encampment is surrounded by the finest bunchgrass I ever saw and in great abundance too. At noon some of our hands drove our stock about 3 miles to water. At about 4 o'clock Rev. Mr. Gray preached from 1 Peter 4-18. If the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly & the sinner appear.
Monday, Aug. 22nd--Started this morning after early breakfast and traveled until 10 o'clock to noon, rested an hour and proceeded until six o'clock and encamped in a canyon on the mountain, where we had water from a spring branch and grass on the mountainside. Although the prospect was by no means flattering for the
welfare of our cattle, nevertheless they fared very well. We made about 16 miles today.
Tuesday, Aug. 23rd--Started this morning at 7 o'clock (we put our time 30 minutes forward) and traveled until 1 o'clock to noon on Sinking Creek 12½ miles--started at half past two and traveled till 5 and encamped near the same creek, making our travel today 16½ miles. Plenty of grass & sage.
Wednesday, Aug. 24--Our travel today is 18 miles over a good road and encamped on the W. Branch of Raft River at the junction of the Fort Hall & California roads. We had an abundance of grass & water and our cattle fared luxuriously; nothing unusual occurred during the day.
Thursday, Aug. 25th--Left the West Branch of Raft River at 7 o'clock and proceeded 10 miles to noon and then onward to Rock Creek 8 miles further, making a distance of 18 miles for this day's travel over a tolerably good road, crossing several streams of water. We are encamped about 2 miles ahead of the other two trains in whose company we have traveled for some time past. A comet has appeared in the west for a week past, having a considerably long tail, at times it appears very brilliant.
Friday, Aug. 26th--Commenced our travel today at 7 o'clock and proceeded until 11½ o'clock to "Pyramid Circle" about 8 miles to noon, having found some excellent bunchgrass for our cattle. The "circle" is a great natural curiosity, being about 5 miles long and 3 miles broad--in which are isolated masses of rocks of a
great variety of shapes & forms, some like a dome, others pyramidal, some overhanging, covering a considerable space like a canopy; the formation I first supposed to be pure granite, but upon close examination I found it conglomerated, in which was a considerable portion of pure isinglass; the particles did not adhere firmly yet were hard separately. The soil around is good, being overgrown with bunchgrass and artemisia. We proceeded at 10 o'clock to a small creek 3 miles beyond the junction of the Great Salt Lake road & the California road 9 miles where we encamped for the night near the Missionary & Owen trains. Several trains came up the Salt Lake road and are encamped within a mile or two of us. Grass fair.
Saturday, Aug. 27th--Started this morning at 7 o'clock and traveled nearly 6 miles rising a mountain, the descent of which was exceedingly steep with deep jogs, but not rocky. We continued our journey until 4 o'clock to Goose Creek two miles beyond our encampment making our travel about 17 miles in all, though but 15 miles on our direct route, having to go 2 miles from camp this morning to the main road. We are now on the main California road and find many trains by way of the Salt Lake. We find the grass near the road grazed off, so that we are under the necessity of sending our cattle off 1½ to two miles to find good grass for them. Next week we expect to reach the Humboldt River, along which our route leads us until within 80 miles of the sink of the river, where we turn northward towards the Rogue River Valley.
Sunday morning Aug. 28--Today we remain in camp with Missionary & Owen & Smith trains and shall again enjoy the privilege of hearing the Gospel preached by some of the ministers connected with the Missionary Train. Our encampment today is pleasantly situated on the bottom land adjoining Goose Creek, along which we expect to travel some 15 miles farther. At 12 o'clock Rev. Mr. Taylor held service in his large tent & preached a plain practical discourse from Romans 5 ch. 1 & 2 Vs--"Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God" &c. A number of California trains with some 1800 head of cattle passed us today.
Monday, Aug. 29th--In consequence of a dense fog this morning, we got a late start and traveled until 12 o'clock to noon on the banks of Goose Creek. After which we proceeded until half past 4 o'clock and encamped again on Goose Creek, having traveled all along. Our travel today is but about 14 miles.
Tuesday, Aug. 30th--We commenced our journey today at about 7 o'clock and traveled to a creek 8 miles to noon, found no grass. Watered our cattle & continued till evening along a barren region, still finding no grass, although I rode all the afternoon in search of it; encamped at a very large spring in 1000 Spring Valley for the night. Travel today about 20 miles.
Wednesday, Aug. 31st--Took our breakfast before daylight so as to get an early start to get grass for our cattle, for which they stand in great need, being 24 hours without food--got off by 4 o'clock and proceeded until half past eight & stopped to graze our cattle, rested 3 hours & proceeded until 5 and encamped near a creek; grass poor. Travel today about 14 miles.
Thursday, Sept. 1st--We traveled but 2 or 3 miles & encamped in a long bottom on which there has been the finest grass but is now much grazed off. It was concluded however that our cattle could fill themselves during the day & rest. We are busily engaged overhauling our wagons; the women are baking, washing &c.
Friday, Sept. 2nd--We turned our cattle out to grass at daylight and kept them on it about 3 hours and proceeded onward 8 or 9 miles and encamped for the remainder of the day, to recruit our cattle. At the two last encampments our water is contained in natural wells, some of these 12 feet deep, the water in some of them very good. The deep ones contain small fish; my impression is that these wells are supplied by subterranean streams which have sunk, as this is often the case in this region. The mountains continue very barren of vegetation. I have had some fever all day. Wife & Julia were also sick. Our general health has been very good, for which we feel grateful to a merciful Providence.
Saturday, Sept. 3rd--Today we traveled about 13 miles to a mountain spring, where we have pretty good grazing for our cattle and where we intend to spend the Sabbath in company with the Missionary Train & Owen & Smith train. I have kept my wagon all day in consequence of indisposition--fever abated and feel better.
Sunday, Sept. 4th--Continued in camp today to spend the Sabbath. Rev. Mr. Royal Senr. preached from Gal. 5 part 22v. "The fruit of the spirit is love." In the afternoon a "speaking meeting" was held; it is very pleasant thus to spend our Sabbath in this wilderness region. My health nearly restored by the use of homeopathy medicines.
Monday, Sept. 5th--Traveled today about 15 miles & encamped near a mountain with quantities of grass all about us & a fine spring of good water "hard by." We stopped at 1½ o'clock to noon by the roadside with a running stream at hand. We are now approaching the Humboldt River, along which we expect to travel for some distance before we direct our faces towards the Rogue River Valley of Oregon. We find this portion of our journey very trying to our cattle and especially to our horses, which latter have failed very much in the last two weeks--hence our short drives lately. Large number of dead cattle are daily met with. Some cases of sickness have recently shown themselves in our train.
Tuesday, Sept. 6th--We left this morning at 7½ o'clock and traveled continuously until near 3 o'clock and encamped for the remainder of the day & the night. We suppose ourselves to be 5 or 6 miles only from the Humboldt River, on which we have to travel some three hundred miles. We have good grass and first-rate water for our stock. Travel today about 15 miles.
Wednesday, Sept. 7th--This is the 52nd anniversary of my birth. I feel grateful to the Giver of every good gift for prolonging my life thus far, and sincerely pray that the remaining portion of it, if spared, may be fully consecrated to His service. Our travel today is about 12 miles and we are encamped early in the day on the bank of the Humboldt, where it is a mere creek. A number of Indians of the Shoshone tribe were in camp; they are numerous on the Humboldt & appear to be harmless.
Thursday, Sept. 8th--We are now making short drives to recruit our cattle, some of which are lame. Our horses also have been failing much within the last few weeks. Our drive today is about 12 miles & our camp is again on the Humboldt, grass excellent & abundance. Days warm, nights decidedly cold.
Friday, Sept. 9th--We started this morning about 6 o'clock and in a few miles came to the termination of the valley of the river on which we had found so abundant supply of good grass, the mountain hemming in the river so as to afford a very narrow passage. The river, after winding through canyons in the mountains for several miles, again passes through a broad valley covered with excellent grass--where we encamped for the night, having traveled about 14 miles. The river afforded us the luxury of salmon trout for supper.
Saturday, Sept. 10th--Left this morning at 6 o'clock and traveled until 10 o'clock & stopped to graze our cattle, being uncertain about getting a supply of good grass within reasonable distance so as to stop at noon. The mountains appearing to contract the valley, leaving but little room for grass. We proceeded about 4 miles and encamped for the night. 10 miles.
Sunday, Sept. 11th--We remained encamped to spend the Sabbath, having crossed the river last evening to secure a good camp. We have a superabundance of the best quality of grass. At 11 o'clock Rev. T. F. Royal (missionary) preached from 1st John 5th chapter and 3rd verse "For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments and his commandments are not grievous." It is very pleasant to enjoy the preaching of the Gospel during our toilsome journey, now becoming more & more in irksome from the fact that as we approach its termination, our anxiety to see the end increases.
Monday, Sept. 12th--Left our encampment this morning at 7 o'clock and traveled until 11, eight miles to noon & rested till 2, then proceeded a short distance and entered a canyon through the mountains, following the river until we arrived in an open valley, 10 miles. Making our drive today 18 miles and encamped after dusk on the bank of the river where we found capital grass & plenty of it. Our cattle are considerably wearied from their labors. The works of God in nature are manifested in this region among other things, in remarkable boiling or hot springs, some of which are very large reservoirs, in which the gas is constantly escaping. Some are natural wells of great depth, the temperature of the water nearly boiling point. One I saw was precisely of the character of the far-famed "Soda Springs." It is perhaps owning to these springs that the waters of the Humboldt deteriorate in quality towards the sink of the river, where it is scarcely fit for use. The scenery of the mountains today is very picturesque.
Tuesday, Sept. 13th--Our drive today was but 5 miles in consequence of the road leaving the river bottom and passing over mountains for 17 miles before coming to the river again. We concluded best to let our cattle have the benefit of grass on the bottoms as it was feared none could be had on the mountains.
Wednesday, Sept. 14th--Last night a number of the cattle of the different trains were severely affected with being bloated or swollen to almost suffocation. We had two of ours thus affected for which we administered Powell's Tincture with decided advantage. We commenced our travel at 7 and soon commenced ascending the mountains and continued until 12 o'clock to noon, but had no grass for cattle. After resting a short time to lunch, we continued our journey until 5 o'clock, having reached the river bottom, up which we proceeded about 2 miles & encamped for the night on a rather scanty supply of grass. Our travel today was 19 or 20 miles, part of the road being exceedingly rough.
Thursday, Sept. 15th--Commenced our travel today at 7 o'clock and proceeded about 8 miles and encamped on the river bottom to noon on good grass & remained until 2 o'clock, when we continued our journey until 5 o'clock when we encamped for the night on the river bottom, making the day's travel 14 to 15 miles. Met with a gentleman who had traveled the route we contemplate going over, who furnished us with a guide of the route, making the distance yet to travel to the settlements of Rogue River Valley upwards of 400 miles, 100 of which will be along the Humboldt River.
Friday, Sept. 16th--Started this morning about 7 and traveled 7 miles to noon and proceeded until 5 o'clock and encamped for the night on the river bottoms, having first-rate grass. We are in the immediate vicinity of the Digger Indians, who are exceedingly prone to steal & will not hesitate to kill a man if they can't plunder otherwise. Our party (about 40 men) is so formidable that they do not molest us. We sincerely hope we may reach our journey's end without difficulty from them. Our travel today is about 15 or 16 miles.
Saturday, Sept. 17th--Our journey commenced this morning at half past six o'clock and we proceeded until eleven, making about 10 miles. Started again at one and continued until 3 o'clock, making our travel today about 16 miles. The day is very fine and we have had excellent roads thus far. We have good grass for our stock & a fair camp. About a dozen Digger Indians came into camp this afternoon, having no arms & peaceably departing again. These Indians have committed some outrages besides stealing stock by robbing individuals, caught alone, stripping off all their clothing and other effects. They are a miserable & degraded race of beings, many of them naked and but few of them having clothing enough to cover their bodies.
Sunday, Sept. 18th--The sun rose gloriously this morning, dispelling the severe hoar-frost of the last night. As usual we remain in camp today to observe the claims of religion, at least as to those who have respect to the Sabbath. At 12 o'clock Rev. Mr. Taylor preached in his commodious tent where religious services are usually held, from Job 19th chapter & 25 verse--"For I know that my Redeemer liveth." Mr. Taylor has the talent of expressing his views in a forcible & expressive manner and although he makes no pretension to oratory; his discourses are usually profitable.
Monday, Sept. 19th--We started this morning in due time and traveled about 12 miles to noon. Continued our journey until 5 o'clock, making our travel about 17 miles for the day. Last night one of our oxen died, having been alkalied some time back. Another was missing when we yoked up & could not be found, making our loss severe in one night. Our travel for the month ending today is 393 miles.
Tuesday, Sept. 20th--Commenced our journey this morning at 6½ o'clock and traveled through a very barren mountain region (canyon) until 1 o'clock, making the distance about 14 or 15 miles, and encamped on the river bottom, having good grass & remained during the reminder of the day. We expect to leave the Humboldt on Saturday next, turning northward on Lawson's Cutoff toward the Rogue River Valley. Several families in the train are short of provisions, especially of flour. We expect to have a sufficiency to last us through provided we are not detained beyond the 10th to 12th October. Flour is selling at the trading posts at .50 per lb.
Wednesday, Sept. 21th--Set off this morning at 6 o'clock and traveled over a barren region with numerous sloughs, one of which detained the train about an hour. We encamped on the bank of the Humboldt at 1 o'clock to noon, having traveled about 12 miles. The river appears to be losing its volume of water. Continued our journey at 2½ o'clock and proceeded until 6½ o'clock, making the journey 18 to 20 miles. Our camp tonight is rather poor, having but little grass for our cattle. Traders give us unfavorable accounts of grass on the Lawson Cutoff.
Thursday, Sept. 22nd--Started this morning at 6 o'clock and traveled until nearly 11 over [a] barren sandy region with but little appearance of grass on the route. Our nooning place is grazed off very much but the cattle need water & rest for a couple of hours. Today we met with the first abandonment of any considerable amount of outfit is the shape of sundry large tin kettles & boilers, spade, tub, chair &c. &c. [no] doubtly left by someone whose cattle were failing. This is the 17 anniversary of my marriage, during all of which time I have enjoyed uninterrupted happiness with her who has been to me all that a man can desire in the partner of his joys & sorrows. My children have all been spared to me & I feel grateful to the Giver of all good for all his manifold mercies vouchsafed to me in my family relations. At 3 o'clock we continued our journey until near 6 when we encamped for the night on only tolerably good grass on the river bottom, making our drive today but about 12 miles.
Friday, Sept. 23rd--We got under way about 7 o'clock and traveled over heavy sandy roads until nearly noon & stopped on the river bottom, with but little grass for our cattle, rested a couple hours and proceeded until 6 o'clock and encamped, having tolerable good grass for our cattle. 12 miles.
Saturday, Sept. 24th--Today we remain in camp with a view of finding grass suitable to cut for hay to last us over the desert which we are compelled to pass in a few days. Having found some patches of coarse grass, all hands are busily engaged in making hay. The females are busy in their appropriate employments.
Sunday, Sept. 25th--In the judgment of a large majority of the heads of families of the train, it was deemed necessary & proper to travel today. A number of families are nearly out of provisions & all have barely sufficient to last through. Two families could not reconcile it to their consciences to travel on the Sabbath and remained behind. We started at 8 o'clock and traveled about 8 miles to river bottom where we stopped to noon and water the cattle, finding no grass for our cattle. Rested until 2 o'clock and proceeded until 6 & encamped on Lawson Meadow--drove our cattle across the river where they had fair grazing. Travel about 17 miles.
Monday, Sept. 26th--Started at 8½ o'clock and traveled 2 miles to the junction of the California & Rogue River roads & took the latter, glad to leave the swampy Humboldt--which we bade goodbye to at 9½ o'clock, turning our faces towards the Antelope Springs, where we arrived at about 4 o'clock and watered our cattle, then proceeded three miles & encamped without water or grass, 15 miles.
Tuesday, Sept. 27th--Started this morning after early breakfast (sun rising) and traveled steadily for 5 hours over a desolate region until 1½ o'clock, where we reached the Rabbithole Springs. These springs were invaluable to the emigrants, furnishing at least an adequate supply of good water for cooking & drinking and also for some stock. After filling water casks, cans &c. and resting our stock about 2 hours, we proceeded on our journey over a perfect desert of 24 miles drive, until 6 o'clock when we encamped [ate] supper & proceeded until 9 o'clock & encamped. Our cattle in the meanwhile having no food. We traveled today about 24 miles.
Wednesday, Sept. 28th--Started this morning at 2½ o'clock and traveled on towards the Black Rock Springs, which we reached about 8 o'clock having traveled about 10 miles, remained until 3 o'clock and proceeded about 3½ miles & encamped for the night. Our journey since we left the Humboldt had been over what is usually termed the "Desert" & such it proved to be indeed. (We lost 2 head of cattle by exhaustion & several others are in a critical condition, so as to render it doubtful whether they can be driven much farther.) In this vicinity there are numerous hot & lukewarm springs of water, some of them of great depth; they smell strongly of sulphur. The soil near the springs seems to be improved so as to afford some grass, [no] doubtly owing to the moisture provided by the springs as well as by the warmth of the water.
Thursday, September 29th--We remained in camp until 2 o'clock and proceeded until dusk (being separated for the train) and finding a patch of dry grass, we halted for supper. Here we abandoned one of our wagons to favor our teams. (Several of our oxen gave out, three of which were left behind, being unable to travel farther.)
Our losses have been severe, but we have cause for great thankfulness of the Giver of all our mercies that our lives have thus far been spared. We hope now to be out of our difficulties so far as regards the Desert, so much to be dreaded. Our travel today is 10 or 12 miles.
Friday, Sept. 30th--We traveled about 4 miles, & finding good grass & water in abundance, we encamped to remain until tomorrow, to recruit our wearied animals. Our time is busily employed rearranging our wagons--the women baking, washing &c. Several families now subsist on fresh meat & coffee.
Saturday, Oct. 1st--We started this morning at 7 o'clock and soon got into heavy sandy roads, very fatiguing to the cattle; we had no grass or water until evening; several of our weak cattle gave out, two of them we left on the road, expecting to get them in, in the morning. Our drive today was 12 or 14 miles--a day of toil to man & beast.
Sunday, Oct. 2nd--Necessity compels us to travel again today, we got off at 7 o'clock and traveled 9 miles to the 12 Mile Canyon into which we proceeded 2 miles & encamped for the night making our day's journey 11 miles. Two of our weak cattle could not be got in tonight; two others gave out, but were finally brought into camp.
Monday, Oct. 3rd--Started this morning at the usual hour and continued our journey through the canyon in which we had encamped last night. The road was generally excellent and our cattle traveled without being much distressed. We traveled until dusk and encamped two miles west of the 12 Mile Canyon, making the whole distance traveled 12 to 14 miles. Two of our weak cattle for which we had sent back could not be found and are consequently a total loss to us. It became necessary for me to drive our loose cattle today--a day of toil to me, so much so that I was completely exhausted on arriving at camp after dark.
Tuesday, Oct. 4th--We did not start today until 2 o'clock so as to regulate our drive for a 15-mile dry drive day after tomorrow we have pretty good grass & water. Continued our journey 4 miles and encamped for the night at the end of Little Rock Canyon, where we found good grass & water.
Wednesday, Oct. 5th--Left this morning at 7 o'clock and drive six miles to noon & graze our cattle. Two of Owen & Smith's train have gone on to the settlement to procure provisions, their company now & for some time back, subsisting on fresh beef and coffee; several families are compelled to confine themselves to a similar diet. Three of our young men (John H. Hoffman, Day & Tabor) contemplate leaving us to go on afoot. At 2 o'clock we continued our journey on a part of the dry drive of 15 miles and proceeded 6 miles and then encamped for the night. One of our small oxen gave out about a mile from camp and had to leave him to rest. Drive today 11 miles.
Thursday, Oct. 6th--We started this morning at 8 o'clock and proceeded about 7 miles to Mud Lake, watered our cattle and traveled 3 miles further to encamp for the night, making our drive today 10 miles. One of our best lead oxen was discovered to be sick this morning and was left a-dying. Another small ox which had given out yesterday had to be left back 4 miles; we have no hope of getting him through. The country begins to present a better appearance--some timber on the mountains & less desert country. The wife of Rev. T. F. Royal, missionary to Oregon, was brought to childbed some ten miles back & a messenger sent for Doct. Owens to attend upon her. We now have more encouragement to get our cattle through & although our losses have been great, if we are once safely in, we shall be thankful indeed.
Friday, Oct. 7th--Put out this morning about 7 o'clock and traveled without intermission to the hot springs, a distance of 17 miles. Our cattle stood the drive very well--one of our weak & sickly oxen gave out a few miles back; efforts will be made to get him into camp this evening. Our encampment is not very desirable, but is unavoidable. We are now within 13 miles of the Sierra Nevada Mountain, where we cross it tomorrow or next day.
Saturday, Oct. 8th--Started at the usual hour this morning & drove about 2 miles & let our cattle graze, as we did not let them go out to graze before starting, owing to the swampy condition of the encampment, then proceeded 7 miles farther on the margins of a lake where we found excellent bunchgrass--nooned & grazed our cattle. Last night we had two weakly cows to mire down in a swamp, and had to draw them out by ropes; one of them could not travel so that we were compelled to leave her--the ox that gave out yesterday was brought into camp last night and traveled about 8 miles when he again gave out & was left within a short distance of the lake. Indian fires were very numerous all around us on the mountains last night, supposed to be signals; we are now in that part of the country usually considered dangerous on account of the hostility of those Indians. We exercise unusual care & prudence to avoid difficulties with them, at 3 o'clock we continued our journey and traveled until sunset and encamped at the base of the Sierra Nevada for the night. Our system of guarding the stock of the whole train has been remodeled so as to secure it more effectually from the depredations of the Indians. Our travel today was about 13 miles.
Sunday, Oct. 9th--The necessity which compelled to travel for the last few Sabbaths still exists and consequently we commenced our journey at the usual hour and in 6 miles reached the base of the mountain. Our encampment last night was one of the best we have had on our journey--abundance of the finest kind of grass--the scenery also is truly magnificent, the mountains on one side and a beautiful lake on the other with a pretty valley intervening. Having traveled until noon, we encamped to spend the remainder of the Sabbath & be prepared to cross the Sierra Nevada to morrow.
Monday, Oct. 10th--Started early this morning and commenced ascending the Sierra Nevada Mountain. We were compelled to double our teams the principal part of the way, the ascent being steep and toilsome to our teams. The morning threatened rain & on our arrival at the summit we found the air decidedly cold--the prospect from the summit is very beautiful, a lake being on either side of the mountain with intervening groves of pine timber. We found wild plums growing on very low bushes--they were not very good; most of them unripe. After descending the mountain we continued our journey about 2 miles and encamped for the night in a beautiful valley, the mountain on one side being covered with groves of pine trees, presenting enchanting scenery. Distance traveled being according to the "guide" 10 miles, though not so in reality.
Tuesday, Oct. 11th--Started this morning at 7½ o'clock and traveled about 5 or 6 miles to a steep ascent, requiring double teams--the principal part of the train kept on & we remained on the summit to noon, having excellent grass--continued our journey until 5 o'clock and encamped for the night, having traveled 12 to 14 miles.
Wednesday, Oct. 12th--Started late this morning in a snowstorm, near the mountain, and proceeded towards Goose Lake; in crossing a creek one of the wagons belonging to another company was broken, by which we were detained 2 hours at noon. The principal part of the train went forward and we came up with them encamped near the lake, the journey of the day being about 12 miles. The forepart of the day was exceedingly unpleasant, some of our hands being nearly barefooted with scanty supply of clothing.
Thursday, Oct. 13th--Last night we had a severe frost and discovered at daylight that the Indians had made a descent upon our camp and stole from us two of our horses and five belonging to Rev. Mr. Taylor; no traces of their track could be seen and it was deemed fruitless to pursue them. This is a severe loss. Our travel today was very unpleasant, being over a tocky road, travel about 12 miles. Toward evening we met a company of rangers, 13 in number, who have come out for the relief of emigrants--they proceeded on towards Goose Lake. Another company with provisions is expected in a day or two, who will perhaps return with us. The former company had a battle this morning & killed one Indian. We are considered to be in danger of an attack & have prepared accordingly. Our guards are doubled tonight.
Friday, Oct. 14th--We got safely through the perils of the night and started about the usual hour on our journey--in about 3 miles we struck a canyon full of pools of water, some of these so close together as to leave barely room enough for a wagon to pass. One of our wagons was nearly capsized in one of them, the cattle being nearly drowned before they could be rescued. The relief party proceeded on to Goose Lake and found our friends Royals & Larkin safely on their way. A portion of the rangers remained with them and the others overtook us in the canyon and will accompany us through. We expect to lie by until the co. back get up with us. About 3 o'clock we encamped in an eligible situation for the night, having traveled about 10 miles. We feel grateful to an overruling Providence which has interfered for our relief & safety, and hope soon to be on our way towards our destined homes. Since writing the foregoing another party of rangers numbering about 20 have come in with provisions for the use of the emigrants. These Oregon people have noble & generous hearts & well do they merit our unbounded gratitude.
Saturday, Oct. 15th--Started this morning at the usual hour. Rev. Messrs. Royal & Mr. Larkin came in about 9 o'clock last night under an escort of rangers and accompanied us today--We traveled until noon & rested a short time to lunch, then proceeded to the Williams Springs and encamped for the night. We left another cow behind us, being unable to travel, making our loss of cattle 10 head of our own and 2 head belonging to two of our drivers. Also two horses costing altogether $900. Our travel today is about 12 miles.
Sunday, Oct. 16th--The destitute condition of many indeed most of the drivers of the different companies of the train, with regard to clothing, especially boots & shoes, rendered it necessary to travel today. The Messrs. Royal and Mr. Larkin, who had caught up with us, again laid by, in consequence of the wife of the missionary Royal being unable to travel. Another family of our train remained with
them, also 4 rangers. We started about 7 o'clock & traveled over a very rough stony road with occasional sloughs all day, making but about 12 miles. The body of a man, dead about 3 weeks, had been disinterred by the Indians for his clothing and left exposed near the grave; a large portion of the train having passed, those behind could not delay to bury the body. There is a state of open warfare between the whites & Indians along this region, and the emigrants are considered in constant danger unless in large force or protected by rangers. Each kills the other, giving no quarter. The Indians in Rogue River Valley have been subdued.
Monday, Oct. 17th--Our travel today has been exceedingly unpleasant, in consequence of the numerous deep sloughs we had to cross over. Several of our cattle & horses mired down and our ox had to be drawn out twice. Our journey amounted to about ten or 12 miles and we encamped for the night near "Clear Lake," a pretty sheet of water. The water in all the lakes of this region, so far as I have had opportunity to examine, is brackish & muddy. There abound in myriads of geese & white brandt. Their noise at night is like the roaring of the ocean at a distance. Our anxiety increases as the place of destination is approached.
Tuesday, Oct. 18--Started this morning at the usual time and traveled about 10 miles & stopped to noon & graze our cattle--a portion of the road was rocky. About 2 o'clock continued our journey to Lost River, where we arrived an hour after dark. Our cattle were too tired to drive out to graze & remained in corral until morning. Our drive today was 20 miles.
Wednesday, Oct. 19th--We traveled five miles up the Lost River (which appears to empty its waters in Tule Lake) to the Natural Bridge--this is a ford from 20 to 30 feet wide, good bottom, on either side the water is said to be 20 feet deep; on the bridge it is about 2½ feet. After passing over safely we drove a mile or two and stopped to noon & graze our cattle. We remained an hour and continued our journey 8 miles to the vicinity of Klamath Lake, making the journey 14 miles; the roads today were level & good. For several days we have had a scarcity of wood, being compelled to use sage & greasewood. Several attempts have been made to kill wild geese by some of our hands, but without success thus far. The country still abounds with most excellent grass; from hence to the settlement, some 70 miles, we are considered out of great danger from the Indians.
Thursday, October 20th, 1853--We started this morning in good season and traveled towards Klamath Lake, where we arrived at 9 o'clock; part of the train had preceded us, to enable Dr. Owens' company to kill a beef at the lake, as their subsistence is wholly upon that diet; other families are in the same circumstances; we still have some flour and groceries, sufficient as we hope to carry us through; we hope to reach the settlements in about six days' time. After spending some two hours' time in grazing our stock, we continued our journey eight miles farther, or two miles beyond the forks of the road, the one leading to Shasta Valley, and the other to Rogue River Valley, and encamped for the night in the vicinity of the mountain, having good grass, but no water. Our travel today was in the vicinity of Klamath Lake, though seldom on its border. This region has heretofore been the scene of Indian hostilities, but the excursions of the rangers have kept them at a distance this season. After leaving the lake country, we are considered to be out of danger from Indians. Our desire to reach the settlements is intense and with the blessing of Providence, a few more days will bring us there.
Friday, October 21st, 1853--We left our encampment this morning at the usual hour of starting and proceeded toward the head of Klamath Lake to noon and graze our cattle; our route lay off from the lake until we approached it at noon; in a short time we shall leave it entirely and proceed towards Klamath River distant 20 miles: three of the rangers came up this morning from Royal's train, which we expect to be up with us at the river or perhaps sooner. We proceeded some distance beyond the head of the lake, after watering our stock and taking in spring water; the water of the lake is not good. Our travel today is 14 or 16 miles.
Saturday, October 22nd, 1853--Today we traveled about 12 miles to Klamath River, being the outlet of the lake, the waters of which flow to the Pacific Ocean. We found the water in the river better than that in the lake. Salmon are said to abound in the river. We encamped on its bank for the night. One of our best oxen mired near the river and dislocated his hip joint, rendering it necessary to butcher him. Our friends Royals and Larkin came up with us late at night; an ox of the former got drowned in the river. Two men of the train belonging to Doct. Owens, who had gone to the valley for supplies, returned today and brought favorable accounts from Rogue River Valley, except in the price of provisions. Flour 18 to 20 per lb., potatoes 10 cents per lb. &c. Clothing comparatively low, boots $5 to $8 and shoes $3, &c.
Sunday, October 23rd--We remained in camp today, Dr. Owens and partners are hauling their sheep across the river in wagons, which will occupy a good portion of the day. At one o'clock p.m. Rev. T. F. Royal preached on the subject of faith, from the words "By grace ye are saved, through faith &c." The audience was small in consequence of most of the men of the train being engaged in crossing the sheep over the river, 1700 in number, some in wagons and some by swimming.
Monday, October 24th--We crossed the Klamath River this morning with our wagons and got over without difficulty, except that one of our loose oxen got mired at the margin of the river and detained us some time before we could get him out. We proceeded to the mountain nearby and had a succession of steep ascents, requiring double teams to accomplish the ascent. After driving some ten miles, near dusk, one of our wagons broke down, the forewheel on the near side being smashed; we were compelled to encamp in the mountains among the pines, rather an unpleasant situation, a snowstorm having set in during the night. We were unmolested by the Indians and feel thankful to God for His protecting care over us. Our wagon is a total loss to us.
Tuesday, October 25th, 1853--We did not get our wagons repacked until noon, having to put the loading in the broken wagon in the other; we then proceeded on our journey 8 miles and encamped for the night. The company with which we have been traveling (except a part of Mr. Burt's family) are some 13 miles ahead of us, and it is doubtful whether we shall see all of them again until we arrive in the valley. At our present encampment we have good water and fine grazing; one yoke of hired oxen escaped from us while unhitching last night and one of our cows also strayed off. We are in hopes that the yoke of cattle may have followed after the train ahead of us.
Wednesday, October 26th--We did not get under way until 8 o'clock; soon after starting, it commenced snowing and raining and continued raining until we arrived in camp. the roads were slippery in consequence of the rain and traveling disagreeable. Two of our work cattle gave out and one of them had to be left a mile and a half from camp but was brought in all right. We found here a written message from our friends ahead of us, who were compelled to proceed some ten or twelve miles. We had a most uncomfortable day's travel; distance some 12 or 13 miles over the mountains with one very steep descent to a creek, which we crossed safely.
Thursday, October 27th--It did not rain during the night, but was nevertheless very uncomfortable on account of the ground being very wet; our cattle were tied up and the regular guard set; nothing disturbed us during the night, except the falling of a tree which had been set on fire; it fell in the direction of our camp but did no harm. If favored by Divine Providence we hope the head of Rogue River Valley tonight, thence to the first settlement six miles. We started this morning at half past 7 and had proceeded but a short distance before we unhitched our cattle to graze on some excellent green grass by the side of the road; our cattle had fared poorly at our last encampment and we were loath to pass so good an opportunity to feed them. There was dense fog this morning, but it was speedily dispelled by the bursting out of bright sunshine; the air is however hazy and there is a prospect of the winter rains setting in before long, we continued our journey until evening and encamped on the finest green grass we have had for a long time, on which our cattle fed voraciously and to their full satisfaction. We had two exceedingly steep and slippery hills to descend, but got down safely. Several of work oxen failed and had to be turned out; we got them into camp and hope to get them through to the valley. Our day's travel was about ten miles.
Friday, October 28th, 1853--We let our stock run at large last night and found them safely this morning, being well filled from their choice repast of the night, all hands being exceedingly tired, our need a full night's rest and it was greatly enjoyed. As we all slept late, we did not get off until 9 o'clock and proceeded towards the valley, the commencement of which is four miles distant, thence to Jacksonville 26 miles, the vicinity of which we expect to reach on Saturday evening or Sunday morning. A number of the relief train overtook us on their returned to the valley and furnished provisions to some of our company. Our oldest daughter got separated from us several days ago and is with her young friends in the train from which we ourselves became separated by the delay occasioned by the breaking down of our wagon on the mountain. We hope to meet again this evening or tomorrow. We proceeded on our journey until half past one o'clock and stopped to lunch and graze our cattle, the grass being abundant everywhere and quite green; here we were in the commencement of the Rogue River Valley, the object of many desires and anxieties. At 3 o'clock we continued our journey towards the settlements and drove until dusk and came up with the encampment of Doct. Owens & company, where we also encamped for the night.
Saturday, October 29th, 1853--Our cattle had wandered so much as to detain us until noon before we got off; we travel a short distance and stopped to lunch; just before starting, two men of the pack train brought in the yoke of oxen which had escaped from us on the night our wagon broke down; also the cow which had strayed the same night. The valley where we entered it is a little over a mile wide; we passed several farms, at one of which we procured some vegetables; potatoes & onions, 10 cabbages 12½ to 25 per head &c. As we descend the valley the country improves in appearance.
Sunday, October 30th--We encamped last night in the vicinity of a saw mill on Mill Creek (Ashland) where there are many advantages for a settlement; the land is of good quality and nearly all claimed under the donation law of Congress; our intention was to have remained in camp to spend the Sabbath, but learning that there would be preaching 4 miles on our way, we proceeded on down the valley until we reached the encampment of our friends Gray & Royal and learned that we were to late for preaching. We procured a sack of flour of the relief train. We have been feasting ourselves on vegetables, after being deprived of them for so long a time.
Monday, October 31st--We continued our journey towards Jacksonville this morning, designing to find a suitable place to graze our cattle until we can find a shelter for our families; at noon we stopped at Mr. Van Dyke's to graze our cattle and lunch; we then proceeded 4 miles across the prairie to Mr. Tucker's, where we encamped to look about for a location.
Tuesday, November 1st, 1853--We remained in camp today and examined several claims offered for sale; we have not yet decided on one; we shall probably have to build cabins for our families. Tomorrow I expect to go to Jacksonville to see if there is any prospect of getting into business of any kind that would suit me. The prospect for the winter is rather gloomy; the nights are very frosty and cold; the days however are pleasant.
Saturday, November 5th--We have been to Jacksonville twice and also examined a number of claims, from which however, we have made no selection, as yet. We expect to look at some more claims today, hoping soon to be "at home." At present we are occupying an old cabin belonging to Mr. Tucker, who has shown us much kindness in supplying us with vegetables from his garden &c.
Monday, November 7th--Yesterday afternoon I attended public worship at the house of Mr. Hoxie on Stuart's (Bear) Creek and heard a sermon by Mr. James Royal on Romans 6 & 23: "For the wages of sin is death &c." There were about 40 persons present, who gave exemplary attention to the truths of the Gospel. We expect to go to see a mill site today in the mountains, 2½ miles from Mr. Tucker's, with a view of erecting a saw mill upon it, if there shall be sufficient water. Mr. Larkin, who is a practical millwright, would be connected in the enterprise. I feel disheartened at the gloomy prospect for the sustenance of my family this winter, and as I write, my mind recurs to the admonition "Have faith in God." I trust all will yet be well, notwithstanding the forbidding aspect of my position.
Note: The rainy season set in, in 1853 on the 9th of November. Dr. McK. and myself contracted with Mr. Tucker and his partners for three quarter section of land for the sum of four thousand and five hundred dollars; on which we paid down twelve hundred dollars and the balance in payments with interest at 35 per month; we also contracted with them to plow and sow forty acres of wheat, for which we were to pay ten dollars for wheat & ten dollars per acre for plowing. The season was so wet that less than half the number of acres were sown and the yield next harvest after, scarcely enough to pay expenses; after trying farming a couple of years with like results, and being unable to pay off our indebtedness on the land, we gave it up to the former owners, losing all that we had paid as a forfeiter, besides improvements we had made amounting to two thousand dollars including the amount first paid. I continued to reside on the claim until I could secure the title under the donation law and convey the land back to Mr. Tucker. After struggling with difficulties until the summer of 1855, I was elected County Auditor & Recorder and likewise Justice of the Peace and have held various offices ever since and from that time forward have been greatly prospered in my temporal matters. After a lapse of over eleven years (when the note is written) I have no regrets in having cast my lot in this valley, but on the contrary have much cause for thankfulness to a kind and beneficent Father who has graciously sustained me under my severest trials and who has truly crowned my life with loving kindness and tender mercies.
Jacksonville, March 24th 1865, Wm Hoffman"Journal of William Hoffman," Rogue Digger, Rogue Valley Genealogical Society, Fall 1996-Spring 1997.
-- pages missing --wilderness not a tree to be seen on any of them. The only thing I see on them is reddish rock. Looks like if they were burnt in some kiln and this wild sage not fit for anything except fuel when we can't get any else to burn.
Sept. 21st Wednesday
We travel down the bottom road. We cross a muddy slough before noon. The rest of the road was good except a little rough in places. Clay bottom. We have not had any sand since we struck the Humboldt. The grass was a little scarce today, but we got enough at night. The mountains and country is all barren, nothing on them but sage. Made 22 miles today. I am still getting better.
Sept. 22nd Thursday
We traveled over the heavy sandy road, making 15 miles. Today we have camped on the rivers, but little grass. I am still growing strong but not strong enough to walk yet.
Sept. 23rd Friday
We travel over heavy sand road today, making 16 miles & camped on the river. Grass good.
Sept. 24th Saturday
We camped all day and made hay for the desert which we expect to enter upon and I bought a ¼ of beef at 15 cts per lb. today.
Sept. 25th Sunday
We traveled 21 miles; left the river in the morning & returned at dinner time. We went on till dark night. The first part of the road had dust 8 inches deep. The rest of the road was good. Part of the road resembled an old ash bank 2 years old. We camp on the bottom called Lawson's Meadows where the Rogue River road leaves the California Road & turns to Rogue River Valley, which is a more northerly [sic] road. Therefore we will take the right-hand road.
September 26th Monday
We entered a desert today of 80 miles long without any grass but some water. We travel 3 miles down the Humboldt and took the right-hand road that leads to Rogue River. We turned of from the California Road just 80 miles above the sink of the Humboldt River. Road good but dusty. We traveled 12 miles and we came to Antelope Springs. Got some water, but no grass. Went on 3 miles farther and camped without grass or water. We fed the cattle a little with grass that we cut for the purpose. The country is barren. Some few cedars. The rest sagebrush. There is some slate for stone.
Sept. 21st Tuesday
We travel over 2 mountains, not very steep but long. 18 miles from Antelope Springs. When you get pretty near down the canyon of the 2nd mountain you will find a spring or well of water. It will do to water stock. It is one mile north [of the] road or right of road. Two miles farther there is several springs or wells. Road good but dusty. Made 20 miles today.
September 28th Wednes.
We traveled 18 miles and come to the Boiling Spring. Road good & but little dusty--6 miles. The land is bare & no vegetation at all. The ground covered with salt. We gathered a peck of salt for use. The spring boiling hot. It will cook meat. One of the boys put in a sheep's tongue for an hour and it was perfectly done. This spring is called the spring at the Black Rock.
Sept. 29th 'Thursday
We laid at the spring and then camped 3 miles above the spring, grass tolerably good.
Sept. 30th Friday
We traveled & took dinner at a Boiling Spring, grass plenty. We then continued down the valley after killing a cow that we found there for meat and went 6 miles and camped. Not much grass, no water. I forgot to note that on the 28th Mr. Royal & families caught up with me and we concluded to travel together. There are three Methodist preachers among them. We made 10 today. I had found sheep at the Black Rock Spring & one in the middle of the desert which we killed for meat and in come in good time, for we were out of provisions. We have not had any flour for 3 weeks & we eat great quantities of meat, say 3 times as much as we would if we had flour.
Oct. 1st Saturday
Travel till we come to a patch of grass & water, where we stop and gave the cattle water & grass which was several miles from where we stopped last night. We travel to the Big Meadows, where we camped, making this day about 22 miles, traveled over heavy sand road. The worst road we have had on the desert. We got plenty grass & water. Water some alkali.
Oct. 2nd Sunday
We camped all day and had meeting in the afternoon by the Rev. Mr. Royal, preacher of the Methodist £piscopal Church.
Oct. 3 Monday
We traveled on & come to [omission] which we ascended and went up a canyon to the top of a mountain and then descend to the left of the road. There is a lake and some grass then we come to a canyon which we entered and went down about 4 miles. Got grass and some water, making 100 miles from Humboldt with barely grass & water sufficient to do the cattle from the Black Rock Spring. The 1st part of the road which is about 50 miles we had to haul hay for our cattle or they would have to do without eating. This day the road was rocky & rough.
Oct. 4th Tuesday
Continued down the canyon about 5 miles & nooned. Grass & water plenty. We then continued our course till night, but little water and grass. The latter part of the canyon is rocky & rough & continues rocky for several miles. The big rock canyon a fine pass through the mountains & generally water and grass plenty. The sides are walled in with red rock & burnt at least 400 ft. perpendicular in some places. We made 12 miles today. The canyon is about 16 miles long.
Oct. 5th Wednesday
We traveled to site of Little Rock and nooned there. We received information from the company ahead by drop letters that the Little Rock Canyon was impassable so we followed them across the mountain. It is 4 miles from Big Rock Canyon to Little Rock Canyon. It is 2 miles through Little Rock Canyon and 4 miles across the mountain and the roughest and most rocky road that we have traveled, the mountain steep in places. We then went on till we came to the summit of another hill or mountain which we descend to a canyon & found plenty of grass and good water, where we camped for the night, making today 16 miles.
Oct. 6th Thursday
We camped all day to rest & wait for the wife of Rev. Mr. Royal as she had an increase to his family, but doing well we traveled 3 miles today and camped to the left of a lake, water and grass plenty & good. Mrs. Royal stood the ride well. She said they only hurt her twice although the road was rough and rocky.
Oct. 7th Friday
I am pleased to see trees; the mountains begin to be covered with timber and it looks like [a] more cheerful aspect. I feel weak and debilitated from eating so much meat and no bread. We have not had any flour for 4 weeks. Yesterday we sent off to the settlement for relief and we expect flour in 12 days time. We traveled this day 13 miles from small lake to Mud Lake where we undertook to water our stock but we could not for it was so muddy & miry that our stock could not get near the water. So we traveled on 3 miles farther to a canyon where we found grass and water. The mountains and land in general begin to be covered with grass & timber. It looks better. Made 16 miles today and Mrs. Royal continues improving. We can see the Sierra Nevada. They are covered with snow.
Oct. 8th Saturday
Mrs. Royal feels she says first rate. Rev. Mr. Royal divided flour with me this morning. Am looking to Providence for another supply. I got 113 lbs. of flour of the graham sort. We traveled this day 17 miles. We came to another lake which is called Mud Lake. Again the road was good but rocky in part. We are now in sight of the Sierra Nevada Mountain. One day more travel will bring us to the foot of the hill. Mrs. Royal stood the journey well.
Oct. 9th Sunday
Camped and kept Sabbath. Mrs. Royal not so well today. Grass good but water from a hot spring, not as good as I like.
Oct. 10th Monday
Killed a cow we found this morning for beef and traveled 15 miles on a nice valley 8 or 10 miles wide and camped at the head of another lake of good size 10 miles from the place where we ascend the Sierra Nevada Mountains beside a stream of good water.
-- pages missing --Southern Oregon Historical Society Research Library MS 161 folder 18, Thoma Fletcher Royal papers. Attributed to a "Mr. Lacon," who presumably is Mr. Larkin, described by William Hoffman (above) as a friend of Royal's and a "practical millwright."
Diary Tells Tale of Pioneer Days on Old Oregon Trail;A letter to the Mail Tribune from Mrs. Elva C. Person, Burbank Calif., contains clippings from the Burbank Review which detail items from the diary of Mrs. Person's mother, written on a covered-wagon trip from Rockton, Ill., to the Rogue River Valley.
Early Settler Describes Events in Valley 95 Years Ago
The diary, a leather-bound book, was written in 1853, when Mrs. Person's mother was a girl of 14. It is the account of a band of hardy, God-fearing pioneers. In the group are Stephen Taylor, his wife, and four children and a brother.
In her letter, Mrs. Person says that there are a number of Stephen Taylor's descendants who live in the valley. His brother, Sylvester Taylor, with T'Vault and Blakely, published the first newspaper in the Rogue River Valley, the Table Rock Sentinel.
Mrs. Person also is possessor of a number of relics from the overland trip.
Excerpts from the diary, and portions of the Burbank Review's story, follow:
April 15th, 1853: (They had traveled nine days) "Roads extremely bad and Uncle's team had to be pulled out of the mud five times. Of course this does not increase our speed."
April 16th: "Roads still worse. Uncle's team and wagon stuck fast in the mud eight times."
April 17th: "The Sabbath has again rolled around and we do not move today."
"In history," says Mrs. Person, "the group was known as 'The Preacher Train,' because there were so many Methodist ministers traveling in it." The wagon train did not move on Sunday but the men had to un-hitch all stock and drive the animals to water three times a day. A good day's travel averaged 12 miles, and the journey took the Taylor family six months and eleven days.
Recounting more of the hardships encountered by way of the diary:
May 14th: "This night finds us at Twelve Mile Creek, where we were told that it was 15 miles to any more water, and 27 miles before fuel can be obtained."
May 16th: "Came across another company bound for Oregon and traveled with them. In the night there came up a terrific storm of wind and rain. Our tent blew down and we were as completely soaked as drowned rats."
May 17th: "Roads very muddy and water high. Bridges are swept away in many places and delays are frequent. Stopped at noon and built a bridge, had just time to cross and camp before dark."
June 23rd: " Father was out early to see about horses, and found that one had become twisted up in the lariat ropes and broken his leg. Had to be shot. This threw a damper on our feelings to think of our favorite thus coming to an untimely end, and some tears were shed before we left him on the plains."
(Arrived October 27, 1853—Editor's note.)
After establishing their living quarters on a donation land grant from the government they began farming in the wild region.
In 1855, at the time of the last Rogue River Indian War, grandmother Abigail Taylor and her family were ordered by General Joe Lane to leave their land and take refuge at Fort Hoxie, present site of the town of Medford. "She went to the fort under protest, but daily mounted her white horse and rode back through Indian-infested territory to feed her small brood of chickens," chuckled Mrs. Person.
A tiny sewing machine, which was brought across the plains in the early '50s and bought second-hand for $35 from a Massachusetts family; extremely useful wool cards, and a small coffee mill are also prized possessions.
Included in a rare coin collection is a French five-franc piece which Mrs. Person's husband cut his teeth on. It is admired by tiny Robin Cornelia Person, a granddaughter whose parents are Mr. and Mrs. Marvin Person of N. Beachwood Drive.
Mrs. Person wears a black silk dress made by a great aunt Abigail in 1855.
"It was suitable for any occasion," says Mrs. Person, "from births to funerals, weddings and wakes, and any other social occasion that might come along."
Excerpts from letters written back to Iowa quote butter at more than a dollar a pound, and $12 as remarkably good pay for a man's five days' labor.
She also has a quilt made from a dress worn by a woman who was the last victim of the last Indian raid in Deerfield, Mass. And newspapers dating in the 1700s are among the collection. A number of precious and valuable keepsakes have been donated by her to various museums around the country.
Living with her son and daughter-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Person at 743 N. Beachwood, the charming white-haired lady is full of interesting stories of the pioneering days along the "Oregon Trail."
Born in Grants Pass, Oregon, she married at the age of 22 and has raised four children. She recalls that her grandfather, who was appointed postmaster by President Abraham Lincoln in 1862, was also the first Justice of the Peace, Methodist minister, and all-around law in the city of Phoenix, Oregon. She has been a Burbank resident for the last eight years.
Medford Mail Tribune, November 14, 1948, page 11
Last revised February 25, 2020