St. Paul daily globe., 1892-12-26

were plentiful and we secured plenty of
meat, but when We came to the Sweet
water none were to be seen.
1.-The Sweetwater was followed up to
its head. and from there we crossed
over to Bear river. which we followed
till we came to Salt Lake.
Just as we were preparing to start
Joseph LarOuche shot himself and fell
dead near the door of the hut. We gave
him decent burial and left the follow
ing dav with heavy hearts and very lit
H.. hope of ever getting through TO the
Pacific ocean.
travelling became more difficult
daily, and road for the wagons had to
be cleared. We were getting along
fairly we'll, and about week after we
started and after we had crossed the
salt plains and reached the broken coun-
try, where the wagons were useless,
Mrs. .Lar0uche was taken sick. A halt
was called and everything possible done
for her; but it was no avail. aud sec
'Ond grave marked our march. Here we
left our wagons and threw away every
thing we could not carry, made pack
saddles and started.
Zone horse was reserved for Jeane to
ride and the rest were on foot. We got
along very we'll for week or ten days,
there was no grass Orfwater, and the
poor animals suffered greatly. How
ever, we struck small stream and
followed down its bank anu finally en-
tered a canyon. The load was solid
, mass of bowlders and stones, and the
horses became SO SOre-footed that it was
unsafe to be near them on the Drinks or
some OF the gulcheS we Wert obliged to
travel along, for fear they might go
over and carry one with them. Water
had given out and nothing but rock was
to be seen on all sides. We called a
halt and it was decided that some of
the party should climb to the top OF the
mountain and get view.
Peter Larouche and Louis Bouchere
started out and were never seen again.
What their fate was is a mystery. We
waited for their return all the next day
and night, but we must have water or
perish, so we pushed on. and after going
ABOUT four miles came to large stream.
which is now called the Humboldt river.
Here we remained about ten days
searching for our comrades, but without
success,
1.-The fatigue of the journey COM
.meneed to tell Oil Jeane, but she held
up bravely. An affection perhaps
stronger than friendship had sprung up
between us. and we courted back there
in the mountains perhaps like the swell
fellows in the cities.
There were only five left. .and sorry
party we were as we started down tile
river, first on one side, then OH the
other. The water was running very
swiftly. and the crossings were made
with difficulty. 1t finally became nee
essary to swim the horses across.
while making one of these crossings
the horse Jeane rode stumbled and fell
as it was ascending the opposite bank.
Jeane was thrown into the water and
carried down stream and sank out of
sight. Her body was found next day,
and cross now marks the spot here
she sleeps. Pve seen it many times
since. and the last time | was there |
put up new and solid one"
Here the old man paused in his story
and got up and went inside the cabin.
When he came out his eyes were
swollen. and his cheeks were still moist.
lie sat for some time in silence befor
he again spoke.
''Jeane'S death was hard blow to US
all, and it was a gloomy quartette that
went into camp that night. Lite was
gone for me. 1t had seemed that | had
lived in dream up to that time. Since
then l have been nothing but a poor
wandering mortal. with no rest nor con-
tentment anywhere"