. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. e seven ships wehad seen near Steilacoom. We remembered the timbercamps, the bustle and stir of the little new village, and theactivity that we saw there, greater than anywhere else onthe waters of the Sound. Most of all, my thoughts wouldgo on to the little cabin on the Columbia River. Three days sufficed to land us back in the bay we sought,but the ships were gone. Not a sailing craft of any kind wasin sight of the little town, though the building activity wasgoing on as before. The memory of those s
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. e seven ships wehad seen near Steilacoom. We remembered the timbercamps, the bustle and stir of the little new village, and theactivity that we saw there, greater than anywhere else onthe waters of the Sound. Most of all, my thoughts wouldgo on to the little cabin on the Columbia River. Three days sufficed to land us back in the bay we sought,but the ships were gone. Not a sailing craft of any kind wasin sight of the little town, though the building activity wasgoing on as before. The memory of those ships, however, remained with usand determined our minds on the important question wherethe trade center was to be. We decided therefore that ournew home should be near Steilacoom, and we finally stakedout a claim on an island not far from that place. Once the claim had been decided upon, my next desirenaturally was to get home to my family. The expeditionhad taken thirty days, and of course there had been nonews from my wife, nor had I been able to send back anyword to her. -:^^^/T^/ ; I. On the trail again with Buck and Dandy. CHAPTER THIRTEEN MOVING FROM THE COLUMBIA TO PUGET SOUND Can I get home tonight? I asked myself. It was an afternoon of the last week of June, in 1853, andthe sun was yet high. I was well up the left bank of theCowlitz River; how far I could not tell, for there were nomilestones on the crooked, half-obstructed trail leadingdownstream. At best it would be a race with the sun, butthe days were long, and the twilight was long, and I wouldcamp that much nearer home if I made haste. My pack had been discarded on the Sound. I had neithercoat nor blanket. I wore a heavy woolen shirt, a slouch hat,and worn shoes; both hat and shoes gave ample ventila-tion. Socks I had none; neither had I suspenders, an im-provised belt taking their place. I was dressed for the raceand was eager for the trial. At 01>Tnpia I had pcUted withmy brother, who had returned to stay a
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