April 16 1846
Last night I fell asleep on the ground wishing the clouds would move some can see the stars. This morning I woke up in the wagon hearing a loud pitter patter on the roof of the wagon. Today is the third day Ina row that it has rained. I feel sorry for father because he has to sit in the rain driving the wagon. I wonder how billy and Henry feel(our oxen). Jude is reading, mother is sewing and I'm writing. This is not all it seemed to be before we left. I think I'm even a little home sick.
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The Oregon Trail: from the diaries of a 13 year old
General FictionIn this historical fiction you get to experience the Oregon trail a 13 year old girl who's life is about to change. Elizabeth falls in love, but being on the Oregon trail, will her love live? Will he die? Will they make it to the Oregon Country? You...
