. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. rt tocamp. The cool of the evening invigorated the pony, andwe pushed on. Finding that the road could be followed,though but dimly seen, I kept on the trail until a latehour, when I unsaddled and hobbled the pony. The saddleblanket was brought into use, and I was soon off indreamland forgetting all about the dust, the trail, or themorrow. In the morning I awoke to find that the pony hadwandered far off on the hillside, so far, in fact, that itrequired close scanning to discover him. To make matterswors
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. rt tocamp. The cool of the evening invigorated the pony, andwe pushed on. Finding that the road could be followed,though but dimly seen, I kept on the trail until a latehour, when I unsaddled and hobbled the pony. The saddleblanket was brought into use, and I was soon off indreamland forgetting all about the dust, the trail, or themorrow. In the morning I awoke to find that the pony hadwandered far off on the hillside, so far, in fact, that itrequired close scanning to discover him. To make mattersworse, his hobbles had become loosened, giving him free useof all his feet, and he was in no mood to take the trailagain. Coaxing was of noavail, driving would do nogood. Taking an opportu-nity to seize his tail, Ifollowed him around aboutover the plain and throughthe sage brush at a rapidgait; finally he slackenedpace and I again becamemaster. For the life of me I couldnot be sure of the directionof the trail after all thisroaming over the plain atBobbys heels, but I hap- Hobbling the 130 Ox-Team Days on the Orer/on Trail pened to take the right course. When the trail was found,there was the saddle to look for, and this was located withsome difficulty. The sun was high when we started on our journey. A fewhundred yards of travel brought uneasiness, as it was evi-dent that we were not on the regular trail. Not knowing butthis was some cut-off, I went on until the Columbia Riverbluff was reached and the great river was in sight, half amile distant and several hundred feet lower. Taking a traildown the bluff that seemed more promising than the wagontracks, I began to search for the road at the foot of thebluff, only to find every semblance of a road gone. I lostmore than a half-days precious time, and again was throwninto anxiety lest I had missed the long-sought train. The next incident that I remember vividly was myattempt to cross the Columbia, just below the mouth ofthe Sn
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