The record-union., 1897-03-30

| ter all the way, too. 1t was very odd,
| too, their way of making butter. At
night the cows we're milked and the
milk poured into pans. In the morning
the milk was skinned and the cream
| placed in jars. BY night the motion of
the wagon had churned it and the but
| ter was worked over
| The bedding was so arranged just
back of the seat that the little girl and
her mother could lie down during the
day. You may think the jolting of the
wagon must have made it impossible
! for them to sleep, but / assure you they
> slept there many an hour as soundly
| as II they We're in their own beds at
| nome. Everything was new and
strange at first and in the mild spring
| days the travellers found it very pleas
ant. Before they came to Omaha there
We're towns and villages, but west of
that the road was lonely. That was
the part of the road to be dreaded.
There were the cruel Indians to be
| feared and sickness and death might
| await them; but whatever the older
| ones dreaded and feared little Emma
knew little about. She was a plump
rosy-cheeked little girl with brown hair
! clear gray eyes and a sweet bit of
mouth very much like her dolls Her
! hair was always brushed smoothly
back, parted in the middle and braided
| IN two braids. Her dresses were made
iownecked and shortsleeved and morn
1ngs and evenings she wore a flannel
! jacket to keep her arms and chest
warm. She was years old when this
/ journey commenced
AS | said it wac x-arxy olaaCo,,t
first, but after awhile they had rains
They would have to camp at night and
the wood and kindling would be wet
or damp and the campfires hard to
light. Sometimes the rain would come
| INTO the front OF the wagon and the
bedding would get Wet It is not very
pleasant to crawl into a damp bed and
draw wet comforter up around your
chin.
| Poor Mrs. Jenison would shudder at
llfst ana think it would be the death of
them all. Many time she wished they
We're back on the old place in NeA,
hampshire. But she was a brave little
! woman and kept her fears and regrets
| to herself
! IT IT rained very hard they would not
travel, but if there was only a light
ram they went right along, for the
! journey was q long one and they want
ed to reach California before cold
weather came. They had no trouble
with the Indians, bat the men were al
ways on the watch fer fear the sly
redskins would surprise them.
Many sad sight they saw. Once
| they came upon what was left of a.
! tram All the people had been either
! Killed or taken away Little dead chill
! dfen lay on the green grass Of the
prairie, some of them only babies that
had never learned to talk or walk. The
| cruel Indians had not spared anyone
! They had taken the horses and cattle
and all the provisions they could carry
and had burned the wagons. Our emf
grants buried the poor murdered peo-
pie and went on. feeling very sad
! But there were pleasant things to be
remembered, too, when thinking of this
Journey, afterwards. There were some
/ beautiful camping places where they
+ could stay few days and rest and
! let the tired cattle eat the rich grass.
The women would do their washing and
Emma would play under the willows or
wade in the clear streams
| one evening they stopped in a beauti-
full spot. The day had been a long. hot
one and people and animals were all
! very tired. Emma was glad when
they stopped IN green open spot with
! tail willows and a clear stream near.
She Jumped down from the wagon and
ran on With Flora doll TO gather flow
ers- She set Flora doll at the foot of
great willow, and told her to stay
! there While she gathered flowers. Af-
| ter awhile her mother called her to
supper and she ran off intending to
come back for dolley. But when the
meal was ended Emma's eyelids were
! dropping. Her mother put her to bed
! and Flora doh was forgotten.
| There was a long. hard drive before
| them next day and the stars were still
| in the sky when the campfires were
| lighted next morning
! Emma! Emma dear. Get UP. child.
! We are nearly ready to start" En-
mas mamma gave the sleepy little girl
I a gentle shake and Emma sat I'D and
| rubbed her eyes. She pulled on her
! shoes and stockings and washed her
face, and ate a bite of breakfast that
her mother had saved for her. Then
papa lifted her into the wagon and
almost as soon as the train started she
| was fast asleep again.
On they went farther and farther
! from Flora doll. The sun was hours
high when Emma awoke She sat up.
| looked around, and almost screamed
Where's my Flora doll?'
| Il don't know" said her mother Il
/ haven't noticed her to-day. Perhaps
you left her where we camped" Then
| Emma remembered
| 1t was too far to go back just for a.
| doll. even one as beautiful as Flora.
Away in the distance, Indians on horse
| back had been seen; so although Mr.
Jenison did not like to refuse his little
| girl anything he had to tell her that
they could not go back for the doll.
! Emma cried bitterly and blamed her
self for being so careless.
So Flora doll was given up for lost
| Mr.. Jenison promised to buy her an
other doll when they reached California
but Emma could not be comforted. She
knew that in all this wide world there
! could not be another doll as beautiful
as her lost Flora
! The tensions reached California at
/ last and after looking at a number of
new places finally settled in a little
| town called Susanville
CHAPTER III.
GIow Emma Found Flora DOLLY
II see we have some new neighbors,' -
said Mrs. Jenison one day.
Yes, they came in late last night.
They are moving into the old Wilson