. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. of 1839, when I was nine years old. I vividlyremember the trip, for I walked every step of the wayfrom Lockland, Ohio, to Attica, Indiana, about twohundred miles. There was no room in the heavily laden wagon for meor for my brother Oliver, aged eleven. It was piled sohigh with household goods that little space was left evenfor mother and the two babies, one yet in arms. Butwe lads did not mind riding on Shanks ponies. The horses walked so briskly that we had to stickto business to keep up with them. We
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. of 1839, when I was nine years old. I vividlyremember the trip, for I walked every step of the wayfrom Lockland, Ohio, to Attica, Indiana, about twohundred miles. There was no room in the heavily laden wagon for meor for my brother Oliver, aged eleven. It was piled sohigh with household goods that little space was left evenfor mother and the two babies, one yet in arms. Butwe lads did not mind riding on Shanks ponies. The horses walked so briskly that we had to stickto business to keep up with them. We did find time,though, to throw a few stones at the frisky squirrels,or to kill a garter snake, or to gather some flowers formother and the little ones, or to watch the redheadedwoodpeckers hammering at the trees. The journey wasfull of interest for two lively boys. Our appearance was what might be called went barefooted and bareheaded. We wore towpants and checkered linsey-woolsey shirts, with a stripof cloth for galluses, as suspenders were then called. Back to Beginnings. On the corduroy road. Little did we think or care about appearance, bent aswe were on having a good time — and that we surely dreary stretch of swamp that kept us on thecorduroy road behind the jolting wagon I remember well;this was near Crawfordsville, Indiana. It is now gone, 8 Ox-Team Days on the Oregon Trail tho corduroy and the timber as well. In their placesgroat barns and comfortable houses dot the landscapeas far as the eye can reach. One habit that we boys acquired on that trip stuckto us all our lives, until the brother was lost at sea. Whenwe followed behind the wagon, as we did part of the time,each took the name of the horse on his side of the was Tip, on the ofTside; while brother was Top,on the near side. Tip and Top, a span of big, fat, grayhorses that would run away at the drop of the hat,were something to be proud of. This habit of Oliverswalking on the near s
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