June 16 1846
For the last week we have been passing graves. So far I've counted 177 graves. David tells me we'll make it to Oregon Country. I'm not too worried, but I think David is. Little Elizabeth thinks the graves are little hills with funny trees for the animals. I want to tell her they are not hills, but that would kill her spirit.
When I woke up this morning I heard Jude coughing. I think she has a cold. I am not surprised since it rains a lot here on the trail. Mother told Jude to stay in the wagon while the rest of us walk, but I think she would be better off walking. This part of the trail is especially bumpy. I tried telling mother, but she didn't listen to me.
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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...
