The trail of the Loup; being a history of the Loup River region . ey to tell you to go to his house. Get up! Hewhipped his hgrses until they fairly ran, whij? the sjck woinan, sitting 118 THE TRAIL OF THE LOUP in the bottom of the wagon box was tossed and thrown from side to side asthey passed through the prairie dog town, till I feared she would be thrownout, but she only demanded to go faster. In a very few minutes our horseswere harnessed to the buggy, provisions and a few of our most preciousbelongings put in, and I wanted to go fast too, for we also had seen thesmoke. Orson said, seel the
The trail of the Loup; being a history of the Loup River region . ey to tell you to go to his house. Get up! Hewhipped his hgrses until they fairly ran, whij? the sjck woinan, sitting 118 THE TRAIL OF THE LOUP in the bottom of the wagon box was tossed and thrown from side to side asthey passed through the prairie dog town, till I feared she would be thrownout, but she only demanded to go faster. In a very few minutes our horseswere harnessed to the buggy, provisions and a few of our most preciousbelongings put in, and I wanted to go fast too, for we also had seen thesmoke. Orson said, seel there are no Indians in sight, we have plenty oftime to get there before dark, and it would kill you to ride like that. Ithink we were about forty men, women and children in one room thatnight. The wagons were arranged in a half circle around the end of thehouse having the entrance-way and the horses were placed in the corralthus formed. Next, lest the roof be set on fire by burning arrows, alltubs and buckets on the place were brought in filled with water. In the. Clifton Hill, One of the Many Strange Loess Formationsin Garfield county, crowding for standingroom, the water was spilled on the floor, babiescried, dogs barked, horses kicked, men talked very loud—and you can im-agine the rest. All the men had some kind of a weapon, even feeble-mind-ed Dick Geary, and the wonder is that no one was shot. Long before morn-ing I was so tired I did not care whether the Indians came or not. Therewas a bed in the room, only it was taken by babies smaller than I. In sheerexhaustion, I think, I found what I supposed a vacant corner, for I remem-ber that Mrs. Frank Chubbuck gave me a good shaking and warned methat I was sleeping on her baby. (I suppose I owe that baby an apology tothis day), so I slipped down by the foot of the bed onto a kee of onions andslept soundly until morning, when we scattered for our several homes. Now before going any further into our Indian history we should pause
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