November 19 1846
It's getting colder every day now. The leaves are turning ravishing colors. David found a lavender colored leaf this afternoon in our wagon. He said it reminded him of me. We are still living in the wagons. The barn for the animals was finished this afternoon after lunch. To night we will have a bonfire for dinner and then when it's time to turn in we will sleep in the open and fresh stable across from the oxen stables. All of our supplies will stay in the vacant wagons next to the barn.
At lunch time David and I talked about how we have been courting for a year now and I'm pretty shure I hear wedding bells coming soon!
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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...
