OCR Text |
Show Utah Pioneer Trails Material is Provided hy the Sl.'P Memorial Foundation for the historical and interesting accounts ac-counts which have brought much comment to the "News Bulletin" and "S. E. Independent." The current story is the diary of Kli.a R. Snow which will soon appear in a new book. Her account ac-count continues: Colonel Markham exchang'd the buggy in which Sister M(arkham) and myself rode, and which served me as sitting room and dormitory, for a lumber wagon. Great numbers num-bers of the inhabitants of the country were to be soen walking in companies thro' this day, up and down the nameless streets of our magnificent and novel City. Sister Mmrkham) and I took a walk this eve, lost our way call'd at Amasa Lyman's tent. After a little chat with them, Bro. Lyman conducted us toward home until we came in sight of it, which we could hardly have found without a pilot. Thursday, March 5. Our newly constructed City is razed and the inhabitants thereof take up their line of march return to the bank of the Des Moines, which we left at a half mile distance, for our encampment. en-campment. Sister M(arkham) and I are nicely seated in an ox wagon, on a chest with a brass kettle and the soap box for our footstools, thankful that we are so well off. The day fine. We traveled 2 miles on the bank of the river and cross'd at a little place called Bonaparte. I slung a tin cup on a string, and drew some water which was a very refreshing draught. After crossing the river the road was thro' timber tim-ber and intolerably muddy, the banks on this side rising almost perpendicularly. The teams had hard work to draw the loads as we ascended hill after hill. Our company, com-pany, consisting of Pioneers, Br. Markham's and Bro. Yearsley's families, all of whom were attached to Elder Kimball's company of fifty, were only able to go 3 miles after crossing, when we came upon a prairie and encamp'd. The present pres-ent division of our company was rather awkward. The boys had gone on with the cows, we knew not where, but afterwards learn'd that they were 8 miles ahead with Bro. Lyman, where most of the Camp had gone. Elder Kimball was of a mile beyond us and Bishop Whitney 1 miles in the rear. Saturday, March 7. Left the timber-road, very badjfor a mile or more the weather warm and the ox-teams seem'd almost exhausted. I got out of the wagon and walk'd for the first time on the journey. The face of the country quite broken brok-en for the first 5 or 6 miles; the timber principally oak, contrasting very much with the beautiful sugar groves on the Des Moines. After a few miles travel in small op'nings, interspers'd with strips of timber land, we pass'd thro' several miles of rolling prairie; under better cultivation than any we had seen since leaving Montrose. Arrived at the place of our encampment after dark, tho' not in the dark for the moon shone brilliantly upon our path. 10 or 12 miles this day. Sunday, March 8. The day warm and fine. Heard this morning of the birth of Sarah Ann's (Smith's) son. Bishop W(hitney) did not come up last night and the word was for the camp to remain thro' the day. Call'd on Loisa, Emily etc.; went to meeting, but when Bro. Grant commene'd his discourse, dis-course, I understood the citizens had requested the meeting, and concluded it would be for their benefit, and not so interesting to us. Loisa and myself went to Elder Taylor's tent and spent 2 or 3 hours very pleasantly with Sister Taylor, who was laboring under a rheumatic affliction and felt quite disheartened. I told her she must not be discourag'd could not feel that she would be long infirm may God heal her! |