The ox team : or, The old Oregon trail, 1852-1906 . fe, and Dave isworse, for they both kick like government the reader happens to know how that is he willappreciate the definition. Twist, however, is thebest all round ox I ever saw. Dave has not yetlost his range spirit entirely, and sometimes getamad and unruly. THE WAGON. The wagon is new woodwork throughout exceptone hub, which did service across the Plains in1853. The hub bands, boxes, and other irons arefrom two old-time wagons that crossed the Plainsin 1853, and differ some in size and shape; hencethe fore and hind wheel hubs d
The ox team : or, The old Oregon trail, 1852-1906 . fe, and Dave isworse, for they both kick like government the reader happens to know how that is he willappreciate the definition. Twist, however, is thebest all round ox I ever saw. Dave has not yetlost his range spirit entirely, and sometimes getamad and unruly. THE WAGON. The wagon is new woodwork throughout exceptone hub, which did service across the Plains in1853. The hub bands, boxes, and other irons arefrom two old-time wagons that crossed the Plainsin 1853, and differ some in size and shape; hencethe fore and hind wheel hubs do not match. Theaxles are wood, with the old-time linch pins andsteel skeins, involving the use of tar and the tarbucket. The bed is of the old style prairieschooner so-called (see illustration, page 16)fashioned as a boat, like those of ye oldentimes. I crossed Snake river in two places in1852, v/itli all I possessed (except the oxen andcows), including the running-gear of the wagon,in a wagon-box not as good as this one shown inthe i- aS o z o u «o QO -^:\- THE OLD OREGON TKAIL 81) CAMP NO. 1. Camp No. 1 was in my own front dooryard atPiiyalliip. Washington (see illustration, page88), a town established on my own homesteadnearly forty years ago, on the line of the North-ern Pacific railroad, nine miles southeast of Ta-coma, and thirty miles south of Seattle, Wash-ington. In platting the town I dedicated a parkand called it Pioneer Park, and in it are the re-mains of our old ivy-covered cabin, where thewife of fifty-five years ago and I, with our grow-ing family, spent so many happy hours. In thissame town I named the principal thoroughfarePioneer Avenue, and a short street abutting thepark Pioneer Way, hence the reader may noteit is not a new idea with me to perpetuate thememory of the pioneers. No piece of machinery ever runs at the startas well as after trial; therefore Camp No. 1 wasmaintained several days to mend up the weakpoints, and so after a f
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