. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. they do it.^ If they could not get over with theirwagons, could they get the women and children throughsafely.*^ I was able to lift a load of doubt and fear from theirjaded minds. Before I knew what was happening, I caught the fra-grance of boiling coffee and fresh meat cooking. The goodmatrons knew without telling that I was hungry and hadset to work to prepare me a meal, a sumptuous meal atthat, taking into account the whetted appetite incident toa diet of hard bread straight, and not much
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. they do it.^ If they could not get over with theirwagons, could they get the women and children throughsafely.*^ I was able to lift a load of doubt and fear from theirjaded minds. Before I knew what was happening, I caught the fra-grance of boiling coffee and fresh meat cooking. The goodmatrons knew without telling that I was hungry and hadset to work to prepare me a meal, a sumptuous meal atthat, taking into account the whetted appetite incident toa diet of hard bread straight, and not much of that either,for two days. We had met on the Yakima River, at the place where theold trail crosses that river near the site of the presentflourishing city of North Yakima. In this party were someof the people who nextyear lost their lives in theWhite River were Harvey , his wife, and threechildren, and George , his wife, and onechild. One of the littleboys of the CEunp, JohnI. King, lived to \^Tite agraphic account of theMountain wolves. tragedy in which his. Climbing the Cascade Mountains 127 mother and stepfather and their neighbors lost their boy, a five-year-old child, was taken off, andafter being held captive for nearly four months was thensafely delivered over by the Indians to the military author-ities at Fort Steilacoom. I never think of those people but with sadness. Theirstruggle, doubtless the supreme effort of theu lives, wasonly to go to their death. I had pointed out to them whereto go to get good claims, and they had lost no time,but had gone straight to the locality recommended and hadset immediately to work preparing shelter for the winter. Are you going out on those plains alone? Mrs. Jonesasked me anxiously. When I told her that I would have the pony with me,she insisted, Well, I dont think it is safe. Mr. Jones explained that his wife was thinking of thedanger from the ravenous wolves that infested the opencountr
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