. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. nk while he held on to hismother with the other hand, and so she was saved. It was then nearly dark, and without knowing howfar it was to camp, the Uttle party started on the road,tarrying on the bank of the river only long enough for themother to wring the water out of her skirts. The boy car-ried the baby, while the four-year-old child walked beside Blazing the Way through Natchess Pass 121 his mother, Aflor nearly I wo miles of travel and the ascentof a very steep hill, they cauf^ht the j^limmer of
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. nk while he held on to hismother with the other hand, and so she was saved. It was then nearly dark, and without knowing howfar it was to camp, the Uttle party started on the road,tarrying on the bank of the river only long enough for themother to wring the water out of her skirts. The boy car-ried the baby, while the four-year-old child walked beside Blazing the Way through Natchess Pass 121 his mother, Aflor nearly I wo miles of travel and the ascentof a very steep hill, they cauf^ht the j^limmer of camp lights;the mother fell senseless, uU,<nly prostrated. The boy hurried his two little brothers into camp, call-ing for help to rescue his mother. The appeal was promptlyresponded to; she was carried into camp and tenderlycared for until she revived. There were one hundred and twenty-eight people in thattrain. Among them, as a boy, was George Himes, who formany years has been Secretary of the Oregon HistoricalSociety. To him we are indebted for most of this story ofpioneer Bobby and 1 wenl up the mountain in a zigzag course. CHAPTER SIXTEEN CLIMBING THE CASCADE MOUNTAINS Up through the Natchess Pass Bobby and I took our lonelyway, to reach and bring over this same difficult trail theparty in which were my parents and my brothers andsisters. From the fust chill night, following the sweat due to theclimb of the day before, my muscles were a bit stiffened;but I was ready for the cHmb to the summit. Bobby wasof a different mind. As I have said, he had been restlessduring the night. I had just strapped the roll of blanketsand hard bread securely behind the saddle, when he sud-denly turned his face homeward and trotted off gaily,down the mountain. I could do nothing but follow him. The narrow cut ofthe road and impenetrable obstructions on either side pre-vented my heading off his rascally maneuvers. Finally, onfinding a nip of grass by the roadside, he slackened his
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