We crossed the Big Blue River two days ago. I have never been afraid of rivers before, but when all I could do was watch as the Campbell's wagon nearly tipped completely over I came to fear rivers more than just about anything else.
When they finally got it tipped back upright after Mr. Campbell jumped in the water and turned the Oxen, keeping them from going downstream, and made it safely to the our side I jumped out our wagon, which had crossed just two wagons before theirs, and in my dress that was soaked from our own crossing, I ran to Hattie. She was so wet and due to a busted bag of flour she was covered in a white paste. Jake and Bennie, Hattie's two younger brothers, were also covered in the same white paste except for one strip across each of their backs where Hattie must have been holding onto them, keeping them from getting washed out of the wagon.
Ben's only two, I don't know what she'd do if she lost them two.
Once I calmed Hattie down, and her brothers changed into something dry, we went back to the rivers edge and I took her braid out, washed her hair, rebraided it, and we both set to washing out their flour soaked clothes. They are now hanging by the camp fire so they will be dry soon.
Hmm there seems to be a couple adults panicking, I better see what's going on.
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Crossing The Prairies
Historical FictionCrossing The Prairies The Oregon Trail diary of Pepper Lewis 1845 Fourteen-year-old Pepper Lewis and her family consisting of her Pa, Ma, and twin brother Wade, travel from Intendance Missouri to Oregon on a wagon train. During this six month journe...
