. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. at a little after noonand stopped at the summit to dedicate the we left the summit and drove twelve miles to the pointcalled Oregon Slough, where we put up the tent after dark. 194 Ox-Team Days on Ihe Oregon Trail The reader may think of the South Pass of the RockyMountains as a precipitous defile through narrow canyonsand deep gorges. Nothing is farther from the fact. Onecan drive through this Pass for several miles withoutrealizing that the dividing line between the waters ofthe Pacific
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. at a little after noonand stopped at the summit to dedicate the we left the summit and drove twelve miles to the pointcalled Oregon Slough, where we put up the tent after dark. 194 Ox-Team Days on Ihe Oregon Trail The reader may think of the South Pass of the RockyMountains as a precipitous defile through narrow canyonsand deep gorges. Nothing is farther from the fact. Onecan drive through this Pass for several miles withoutrealizing that the dividing line between the waters ofthe Pacific and those of the Atlantic has been passed. Theroad is over a broad, open, undulating prairie, the ap-proach is by easy grades, and the descent, going east, isscarcely noticeable. All who were toiling west in the old days looked uponthis spot as the turning point of their journey. Therethey felt that they had left the worst of the trip behindthem. Poor souls that we were! We did not know thatour worst mountain climbing lay beyond the summit ofthe Rockies, over the rugged Western i ~~ ^ ] ,.,^ ^^ ^^^^Jj^H^^ ,, . \ wt. >^^H 1^ i SI ^|fl| ^^^ i ^ M ^^^•3 \ € 0^% -^ mi i?i! 4:;^), ? ^ ^•^ * -? ? V J-^ ih X. <^- \W. ; # ¥ Nooning on the Plains. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX REVIVING OLD MEMORIES OF THE TRAIL The sight of Sweetwater River, twenty miles out fromSouth Pass, revived many pleasant memories and somethat were sad. I could remember the sparkling, clearwater, the green skirt of undergrowth along the banks,and the restful camps, as we trudged along up the streamso many years ago. And now I saw the same channel, thesame hills, and apparently the same waters swiftly where were the camp fires? Where was the herd ofgaunt cattle? Where the sound of the din of bells? Thehallooing for lost children? Or the little groups off on thehillside to bury the dead? All were gone. An oppressive silence prevailed as we drove to the riverand pitched our camp within a f
Size: 1923px × 1300px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, booksubjectoverlan, bookyear1922
