OCR Text |
Show Utah Pioneer Trails Material is Provided by the SUP 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 Eliza R. Snow which will soon appear In a new book. Her account ac-count continues: Saturday, March 14. Cold and windy. Sister M(arkham), Harriet Har-riet (Snow), Elizabeth and myself go to the creek, about a half mile distant, to wish, while Sister and Catherine stayed to attend to the cooking department, the result of which we received some tokens before night, to wit: Catherine sent us some nice sweet biscuits for dinner, and when Brigham came with the buggy for us at night, Sister Y(oung) sent us a supper of rich pot-pie made of wild game, rabbits, pheasants, quail, and etc., which is the fourth dish of the kind on which we have feasted since we left the city, being four weeks yesterday. Our hunters haye been very fortunate. I think few have fared as well in this respect re-spect as our family which now numbers 22, Elder Sherwood being with us. Before we left the washing wash-ing vale, it commenced raining, turned windy before morning and I was heartily glad to see the moon shining on the wagon cover a few inches above my head. This evening eve-ning two of the ten pioneers left at the encampment on the other side of the Des Moines came up with their knap-sacks on their backs. The brethren got corn for 12 and 15 cents per bushel, which is the highest they have given except ex-cept in one instance when they gave 20. Sunday, March 15. So Intolerably Intoler-ably windy the men failed in their efforts to keep the tent upright. I did not leave the wagon till night. Sister Sessions made us a visit in the afternoon. Sister M(arkham) making the wagon comfortable with coals. The subject of brotherly oppression was forcibly presented to my view, and I was led to inquire in-quire "How long O Lord?" Is there no reward for patient submission ? Will the insolent oppressor always go unpunished? Ho wlong shall some feast, while others famish ? Monday, March 16. The day fine. Took coffee with Sarah A. Went to Amasa Lyman's tent, found a little child of Sidney Tanner Tan-ner at the point of death. Tuesday, March 17. Raining and windy. Wednesday, March 18. Warm and pleasant. Had expected to leave the encampment, but are detained de-tained by the death of Bro. Little, a nephew of Pres. Brigham Young. A very busy day with us in our overhauling and arranging wagons, baking, etc. Pres. Young shook hands with us. Thursday, March 19. Left the encampment day very cold and windy the country mostly prairie, broken with strips of timber, mostly oak sufficiently rolling for farming, not much cultivated, but decorated with many new beginnings, which promise pro-mise beautiful homes with a few years' improvement; saw a few fine young peach orchards. Our mess with the pioneers was belated, and after traveling eight or ten miles put up for the night the body of the camp being a mile and a half in advance. The road was good most of the way a few mud holes to ford by starlight. |