. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. stations on our march from Indianapolis to this cabin. Thethought brought not only happiness but health to us. Theglow returned to my wifes cheek, the dimple to the such a baby! In the innocence of our souls we honestlythought we had the smartest, cutest baby on earth. Scarcely had we settled in our new home before therecame a mighty flood that covered the waters of the riverwith wrecks of property. Oliver and I, with one of ourneighbors, began to secure the logs that came floatingdown in gre
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. stations on our march from Indianapolis to this cabin. Thethought brought not only happiness but health to us. Theglow returned to my wifes cheek, the dimple to the such a baby! In the innocence of our souls we honestlythought we had the smartest, cutest baby on earth. Scarcely had we settled in our new home before therecame a mighty flood that covered the waters of the riverwith wrecks of property. Oliver and I, with one of ourneighbors, began to secure the logs that came floatingdown in great numbers. In a very short time we had a Getting a Neiv Start in the New Land 75 raft that was worth a good sum of money, could we butget it to market. Encouiaged by this find, we immediately turned ourattention to some fine timber standing close to the banknear by, and began hand-logging to supplement whatwe had already secured afloat. This work soon gave usample means to buy our winter supplies, even though flourwas fifty dollars a barrel. And yet, because of that same -^/M-ys/y^ij?/,. Our first cabin home. 76 Ox-Team Days on the Oregon Trail hand-logging work, my wife came very near becoming awidow one morning before breakfast; but she did not knowof it until long afterwards. It occurred in this way. We did not then know howto scaffold up above the tough, swelled bases of the largetrees, and this made it very difTicult to chop them we burned through them. We bored two holes at anangle to meet inside the inner bark, and when we got afire started there the heart of the tree would burn through,leaving an outer shell of bark. One morning, as usual, I was up early. After lighting thefire in the stove and putting on the kettle, I hastened to the burning timber to start thelogging fires afresh. As I neareda clump of three giants, twohundred and fifty feet tall, onebegan toppHng over toward my confusion I ran across thepath where it fell. This tree hadscarcely reached
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