. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. or several days weheld a true reunion. Great was the feasting, with clambakes, huckleberry pies and puddings, venison for meat,and fresh vegetables from our garden, at which thenewcomers could not cease from marveling. The row ofsweet peas that my wife had planted near the cabinhelped to put heart into those travel-weary pioneers;where flowers could be planted, a home could be made. For a short time the little party halted to take breathand to look over the new country. This rest, however, couldnot las
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. or several days weheld a true reunion. Great was the feasting, with clambakes, huckleberry pies and puddings, venison for meat,and fresh vegetables from our garden, at which thenewcomers could not cease from marveling. The row ofsweet peas that my wife had planted near the cabinhelped to put heart into those travel-weary pioneers;where flowers could be planted, a home could be made. For a short time the little party halted to take breathand to look over the new country. This rest, however, couldnot last long. Preparations must be made without delayfor shelter from the coming storms of winter; the stockmust be cared for, and other beginnings made for a newlife of independence. After surveying the situation, father said the island homewould not do. He had come two thousand miles to liveneighbors; I must give up my claim and take up anothernear his, on the mainland. Abandoning the results of morethan a years hard work, I acted upon his request, andacross the bay we built our third The night ride to the fort. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN INDIAN WAR DAYS One of the saddest chapters in the early history of Wash-ington Territory was the trouble with the Indians, whichled finally to open war. On October 28, 1855, word came that all the settlersliving on White River had been killed by the Indians andthat the next day those in the Puyallup valley would bemassacred. At the risk of his life a friendly Indian broughtthis news to us in the dead hours of the night. The massacre had occurred less than twenty miles fromwhere we lived. For all we knew the Indians might be onus at any moment. There were three men of us, and eachhad a gun. The first thing we did was to harness and hitch the teamto the wagon. Then we opened the gates to let the calvesget to their mothers, turned the pigs loose, and opened thechicken-house door — all this without light. Then the drivefor our lives began, the women
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