The Oregon Trail: from the diaries of a 13 year old

Day 140

August 30 1846

We have been in the mountains of a month now. The road is very rough. Mother doesn't want anybody in the wagons, so no one gets sick. My feet are growing sore from all the walking we have done. Our guide says once we pass the mountains we'll be home free! In my past time I dream of what the land will look like.

A week before we entered the mountains we came across more Indians. They were not as kind as others we have met. They were shooting arrows at us. Father got his and David's, and Mr. Will's gun out but he didn't want me to get my gun out. Mr. Will and father told David to take Elizabeth, Jude, Mrs. Bridget, and I out of there. My mother passed away before we entered the mountains. I miss her so. David tells me all will be well once we leave the mountains.

At night David found a place to rest for the night. David and I stayed up to wait for Mr. Will and my father to return. I am very glad to say that they did return, and thank God with not even a bruise.