Recollections of Elizabeth Benton Frémont, daughter of the pathfinder General John CFrémont and Jessie Benton Frémont, his wife . the snow to rest. After a few moments hisstrength returned, and none of the men no-ticed what had happened to him. The next day the party came upon a goodcamping ground, and they discarded every-thing not absolutely necessary for the re-mainder of the journey. My father told themen that they were but fifty miles from theMormon town of Parowan, situated in thegreat basin, and this news nerved them togreater effort and in a few days the struggl-ing band of brave men h
Recollections of Elizabeth Benton Frémont, daughter of the pathfinder General John CFrémont and Jessie Benton Frémont, his wife . the snow to rest. After a few moments hisstrength returned, and none of the men no-ticed what had happened to him. The next day the party came upon a goodcamping ground, and they discarded every-thing not absolutely necessary for the re-mainder of the journey. My father told themen that they were but fifty miles from theMormon town of Parowan, situated in thegreat basin, and this news nerved them togreater effort and in a few days the struggl-ing band of brave men had crossed the lastridges of the Wahsatch Mountains. It was a narrow chance, but with the excep-tion of one man who died from starvationjust as the party left the mountains, myfather brought them safely through to theend of the journey. At the foot of the last hill they struck awagon road leading to Parowan, and soonafter came upon a camp of Utah of the tribe knew my father and pre-sented him with a dog. That, with some flourthat the men traded from the Indians, madea welcome feast for the well nigh famished[68]. THE WINTER OF FIFTY-THKEE AND FOUR travelers. The next day, February 6, 1854,they reached Parowan, where they were re-ceived with genuine hospitality and every-thing possible was done for their quarters were provided, fresh clothing,good food and the luxury of real beds madethe recent hardships seem like a bad dream. That night my father sat by his camp fireuntil late in the night, dreaming of home andthinking of the great happiness of my mother,could she but know that he was safe. Finally, he returned to his quarters in thetown only a few hundred yards away fromthe camp. The warm bright room, the whitebed with all the suggestions of shelter andrelief from danger, made the picture of homerise up like a real thing before him, and athalf past eleven at night he made an entry inhis journal, putting there the thought thathad possession of him—
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