. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. Brown Bros. Sugar-beet factories were seen when we left behind us the openranges of the Wyoming country and came into the sugar-beetsection in Nebraska. monuments, and the more than twenty thousand peopleattending the dedication ceremonies. These hearteningrecollections made me forget the loss of Twist, the recal-citrant cow, and the dilemma that confronted me. Iawakened from my reverie in a more cheerful mood. Do the best you can, I said to myself, and dont becast down. My spirits rose almost to the p
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. Brown Bros. Sugar-beet factories were seen when we left behind us the openranges of the Wyoming country and came into the sugar-beetsection in Nebraska. monuments, and the more than twenty thousand peopleattending the dedication ceremonies. These hearteningrecollections made me forget the loss of Twist, the recal-citrant cow, and the dilemma that confronted me. Iawakened from my reverie in a more cheerful mood. Do the best you can, I said to myself, and dont becast down. My spirits rose almost to the point of exulta-tion again. We soon reached the beautiful city of Kearney, namedafter old Fort Kearney, which stood across the river, andwere given a fine camping place in the center of the was under the shade trees that line the streets, and wehad a fresh-cut greensward upon which to pitch our came in great numbers to visit the camp and ex-press their appreciation of our enterprise. Later a monu-ment was erected in this city. 210 Ox-Team Days on the Oregon Trail. In the corn lands of Nebraska. Brown Bros. At Grand Island I found public sentiment in favor oftaking action. It was decided, however, that the besttime for the dedication would be in the following year,upon the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the settle-ment. I was a little disappointed in the delay, but feltthat good seed was sown. Grand Island, with its stately rows of shade trees, itsmodest, tasteful homes, the bustle and stir on its businessstreets, with the constant passing of trains, shrieking ofwhistles, and ringing of bells, presented a striking contrastto the scene I saw that June day in 1852 when I passedover the ground near where the city stands. Vast herds ofbuffalo then grazed on the hills or leisurely crossed ourtrack and at times obstructed om- way, and herds of ante-lope watched from vantage points. But now the buffalo and antelope have disappeared; theIndian likewise is go
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