The morning call., 1891-07-05

shore of the lake, but a few miles from the re
in the noun tain canyons, from which this
rock possibly came, rich mines have been
discovered.
RELIEF OF THE BONNER PARTY.
On his arrival at Suffers Fort my father
made known the situation of the emigrants,
and Captain Suffer offered at once TO do
everything possible for their relief. He
furnished horses and provisions and my
father and MIR. McClutchen started for the
mountains, coming as far as possible with
horses and then with packs on their backs
proceeding on foot; but they were finally
compelled to return. Captain Suffer was
not surprised at their defeat. He stated
that there we're no able bodied men in that
vicinity, all having gone down the country
with Fremont to fight the MeXicans. He
advised my father to go to Yerba Buena,
now San Francisco, and make his case
known to the naval officer in command. My
father was in fact conducting parties there
when the seven members of the Forlorn
Hope arrived from across the mountains.
Their Vanished faces told the story. Cattle
were killed and men were up all night dry
ing beef and making flour by hand-mills.
nearly 200 pounds being made in one night,
and a party OF seven, commanded by Cap
tain Reason P. Tucker, were sent to our
relief By Captain Suffer and his alcalde, Mr..
Sinclair. On the evening of February 10,
1917, they reached our cabins, where all
were starving. They shouted to attract at
tention. Mr.. Breen clambered up the icy
steps from our cabin, and soon we heard the
blessed words, relief, thank God, relief"
There was joy at Bonner Lake that night,
for we did not know the fate Of the ForlOrn
Hope and we were told that relief parties
would come and 60 until all were across the
mountains. But with the joy sorrow was
strangely blended. There were tears in
other eyes than those of children; strong
men sat down and wept. For the dead
were living anDut the
unburled, since the living had not had
strength to bury their dead. When Mllt
Elliott died-our faithful friend. who seemed
SO like brother-my mother and i dragged
him up out of tbs cabin and covered him
with snow. Commencing at his feet, L
patted the pure white snow down softly
until reached his face. Poor Mill it was
hard to cover that face from sight forever,
Tor with his death our best friend was gone.
A GLIMPSE OF CALIFORNIA.
Words cannot tell how beautiful the
spring appeared to US coming out OF The
mountains from that long winter in Bonner
Lake in our little dark cabins under the
snow. Before US now lay, in all its beauty,
the broad valley Of the Sacramento. | re-
member one day, when travelling down Napa
Valley we stopped at noon to have lunch
under the shade of an oak; but l was not
hungry; | was too full of the beautiful
around me to think OF eating. So l wan
dered off by myself TO lovely little knoll
and stood there in 4 bed of wild flowers,
looking up and down the green valley, all
dotted with trees. The birds were singing
with very joy in the branches over my
head and the blessed sun was smiling down
upon all as though in benedlction. / drank
it in for a moment and then began kissing
my hand and waiting kisses to heaven in
Thanksgiving to the Almighty for creating q
world so beautiful. L felt SO near God at
that moment that it seemed to me could
feei his breath warm on my cheek. By and
| are you? Come. child, we are ready to start
and you have had no lunch" l ran and
caught him by the hand, saying, " Buy
this place, please, and let US make our home
here" He stood looking around for a
moment and said, 1T is lovely spot" and
then we passed on.