. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. at river. Thosegoing later either failed altogether and gave up the unequalcontest, or lost an average of one canoe or boat out of threein the persistent attempt. How many lives were lost neverwill be known. Contingents began to arrive in Steilacoom from Oregon,from California, and finally from the States. Steamersgreat and small began to appear, with little cargo but withpassenger lists that were said to be nothing comparedto those of ships coming in less than a hundred miles to thenorth of us. These
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. at river. Thosegoing later either failed altogether and gave up the unequalcontest, or lost an average of one canoe or boat out of threein the persistent attempt. How many lives were lost neverwill be known. Contingents began to arrive in Steilacoom from Oregon,from California, and finally from the States. Steamersgreat and small began to appear, with little cargo but withpassenger lists that were said to be nothing comparedto those of ships coming in less than a hundred miles to thenorth of us. These people landing in Whatcom in suchgreat numbers must be fed, we agreed. If the multitudewould not come to us to drink the milk of our cows and eattheir butter, what better could we do than to take our cowsto the place where we were told the multitude did nothesitate to pay a dollar a gallon for milk and any price onemight ask for fresh butter! But how to get even to Whatcom was the rub. All spaceon the steamers was taken from week to week for freight The Stampede for the Gold Diggings 143. A shaker used to washout gold. and passengers, and no room was left for cattle. In fact, the run on provisions for the gold rush was so great that at one time we were almost threatened with famine. Finally om* cattle, mostly cows, were loaded in an open scow and taken in tow alongside the steamer, the Sea Bird, I think it was. All went well enoughmitil we arrived off thehead of Whidby a choppy sea froma light wind began slop-ping over the scow andevidently would sink us despite our utmost efforts at bailing. When the captainwould slow down the speed of his steamer, all was well; butthe moment greater power was applied, over the gunwaleswould come the water. The dialogue that ensued between the captain and mewas more emphatic than elegant. He dared not risk lettinggo of us, however, or of running us under, for fear of in-curring the risk of heavy damages. I would not consent tobe la
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