Hattie told me that the lovely old Mrs. Kenker stole a spoon while visiting Hattie's sick aunt yesterday. I didn't want to believe it, but I have no reason to distrust Hattie and she seemed really worried about telling her mother about it. Mrs. Campbell hasn't been the most pleasant of sorts lately. Hattie says it's just because she didn't want to make the trip.
A stolen spoon doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but when you only take what you need, when something is stolen it is a big deal.
We should be stopping to make camp soon. It's always interesting to set camp. First we split into circles of about 23 wagons and, the tongue of our wagon rests near the inside rear wheel of the wagon in front of ours, and the tongue of their wagon rests the same on the next one, and so on.
When we are finished it forms the shape of a very large horseshoe, and the opening is about twenty foot wide which allows folks to come and go, as well as allowing the men to unhitch the animals and take all the livestock out to the pasture, where they will take turns guarding them. They say it's so if the Indians attack, but we haven't seen nor have we heard any Indians yet. For which I am glad.
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Crossing The Prairies
Ficción históricaCrossing 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...
