All The Way We Have Had Only A Faint Trail To Follow, And Often Even
That Could Not Be Seen After We Had Crossed A Stream.
At such places
Faye, the doctor, and I would spread out and search for it.
As Bettie
and I were always put in the middle, we were usually the finders. One
day we came up a hill that was so steep that twelve mules had to be
hitched to each wagon in order to get it up. Another day we went down
a hill where the trail was so sidling, that the men had to fasten big
ropes to the upper side of each wagon to hold it right side up as it
was drawn down. Another day we made only a few miles because of the
deep-cut banks of a narrow little stream that wound around and across
a valley, and which we had to cross eight times. At every crossing the
banks had to be sloped off and the bed built up before the wagons
could be drawn over. Watching all this has been most entertaining and
the whole trip is making a man of the doctor.
To-night we are in camp in the Judith Basin and by the Judith River - a
beautiful stream, and by far the largest we have seen on the march.
And just across the river from us is a stockade, very high and very
large, with heavy board gate that was closed as we came past.
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