. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. Reaching the End of the Trail 59. Shifting sands of eastern Oregon. Jicrij. A. Gifford wading through it would scarcely leave a track. Andwhen disturbed, such clouds! No words can describe it. At length, after we had endured five long months ofsoul-trying travel and had covered about eighteen hun-dred miles, counting from the crossing of the Missouri, wedragged ourselves on to the end of the Overland Trail atThe Dalles on the Columbia River. From here my wifeand I, with the baby, went by boat down the
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. Reaching the End of the Trail 59. Shifting sands of eastern Oregon. Jicrij. A. Gifford wading through it would scarcely leave a track. Andwhen disturbed, such clouds! No words can describe it. At length, after we had endured five long months ofsoul-trying travel and had covered about eighteen hun-dred miles, counting from the crossing of the Missouri, wedragged ourselves on to the end of the Overland Trail atThe Dalles on the Columbia River. From here my wifeand I, with the baby, went by boat down the river, whileOliver took the ox team on to Portland by the land way. The Dalles is a name given to the peculiar lava rockformation that strikes across the Columbia, nearly twohundred miles from the mouth. These rocks throw thegreat stream into a fury of foaming rapids. An Indianlegend says that the Bridge of the Gods was once nearThe Dalles, but that the bridge broke and fell. On the September day in 1852 when we reached TheDalles, we found there a great crowd of travel-worn assemblage was constantly changing.
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