. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. carry the work forward. Since then a monu-ment twenty-five feet high has been erected at a cost offifteen hundred dollars. Glen Rock is a small village, but the ladies there met andresolved they would have as nice a monument as Cas-pers. One enthusiastic lady said, We will inscribe itourselves, if no stonecutter can be had. At Douglas also an earnest, well-organized effort toerect the monument was well in hand before we drove outof town. As we journeyed on down the Platte, we passed thriftyranches and
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. carry the work forward. Since then a monu-ment twenty-five feet high has been erected at a cost offifteen hundred dollars. Glen Rock is a small village, but the ladies there met andresolved they would have as nice a monument as Cas-pers. One enthusiastic lady said, We will inscribe itourselves, if no stonecutter can be had. At Douglas also an earnest, well-organized effort toerect the monument was well in hand before we drove outof town. As we journeyed on down the Platte, we passed thriftyranches and thriving little towns. It was haying time, andthe mowers were busy cutting alfalfa. The hay was beingstacked. Generous ranchers invited us to help ourselvesto their garden stuff. All along the way was a spirit ofgood cheer and hearty welcome. Fort Laramie brings a flood of reminiscences to thewestern pioneer and his children. This old post, first atrappers stockade, then in 1849 a soldiers encampment,stood at the end of the Rlack Hills and at the edge 200 Ox-Team Days on the Oregon Trail. The desert before irrigation. Brown Bros. of the Plains. Here the Laramie River and the Plattemeet. The fort was a halfway station on the trail. From thetime we crossed the Missouri in May, 1852, until wereached the old fort, no place name was so constantly inthe minds of the emigrants as that of Fort Laramie. Here,in 52, we eagerly looked for letters that never came. Per-haps our friends and relatives had not written; perhapsthey had written, but the letters were lost or sidetrackedsomewhere in the States. As for hearing from home, forthat we had to wait patiently until the long journey shouldend; then a missive might reach us by way of the Isthmus,or maybe by sailing vessel around Cape Horn, There is no vestige of the old traders camp or the firstUnited States fort left. The new fort — not a fort, but anencampment — covers a space of thirty or forty acres, withall sorts of buildings and
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