Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1898-06-02

The next morning our wet clothes
and stiff, aching bodies made us feel
that our camping out experience was
not ideal. The rain continued steady
pouring, penetrating and dreary and
tiresome we found it as we tore our
stumbling, falling way through the
underground, catching our dresses on
berry bushes, inadvertently Selling
devils clubs in our hands, overhang-
ing branches slapping our faces. Often
we found it easier to roll under logs
than to climb over them, and ludic-
rous sight enough we presented plas-
tered as we were from head to foot
with mud.
At last, just at night fall of the Sec
ond day, we reached a place which
suited our location. My sister and
chose adjoining quarter-sections, my
claim being mostly marsh land and
hers river bottom. The settlers had
told us that river bottom raised the
larger crops at first, but was more
trouble to clear, and the marsh land,
while the crops were not good at first,
yielded better returns each year it was
cultivated.
We cut down several trees, carved
our names on four logs and laid them
on each claim in the shape of square.
These were the first of the improve
ments required by law. l became so
enthusiastic that with my own hands, l
cut down ten trees as large around as
myself. l know how large they were
for, having nothing else to measure
with, took off my belt and it exactly
fitted those trees.
AS we looked over that wild forest
and thought of it as soon to be our own,
homely castles in the air tloated before
us; forest and jungle and marsh disap-
peared, and gardens, filed with mon
strous cabbages and potatoes and ruta-
bagas, appeared; chickens, a COW,
horse and little cottage uncovered in
roses came before the minds eye.
But these things were all in the fu-
ture and the stern reality of that rough
journey home now lay before US.
Two days after that, the people in the
little settlement of Hoquiam beheld
emerging from the woods tattered
man and two forlorn looking women,
bruised and scratched, red rags tied
around their heads, their blue skirts
hanging in fringes from their wrists
as sorry-looking specimens as you
could find in long days journey. We
had no trouble in finding the way home
for bits of red and blue rags decorated
~ I.
In six months we returned to hold
down our claims. During that time a
| rough trail had been made; our claims
had been blazed out, little space
| cleared and a one-room shack built on
each of them. We took no pianos nor
plate glass mirrors with us. 1t was all
pony could do to travel that trail and
we were thankful to get the bare neces-
stiles of life.
Our shanties were only short dis
lance apart, though hidden from each
other by the trees. There was soon a
well-worn trail between them. had a
ditch run through portion of my land
| to drain it, and my sister hired man
| to clear a small part of the river bot
| tom.
We put in crops wherever there was
a cleared spot and waited with great
hopes for our gardens to produce. And
! they did produce, for we had more veg
etables than we could use. With our
own hands we cleared good deal of
land that summer.
Once went around my claim, and a
rough trip it was, too. Then fully I'M
derstood what "blazing out" claim
| meant. When the survey of the town
boundaries with three strokes of the ak
and by carving the name of the town
| ship at each corner. The locator of my
claim marked the boundaries with one
| blaze instead of three and carved my
| name on each corner.
Take it altogether, it was a very
pleasant summer. We had plenty of
company. Pretty little squirrels and
chipmunks came boldly up for scraps,
| sometimes venturing into the house in
search of dainty morsels. Hosts of blue
| bottle flies rendered life miserable in
the spring and early summer. Flocks
| of gaudy, harsh-voiced bluejays made
raids on our gardens, utterly regard
| less of the formidable scarecrows we
| erected. Several times when we were
salmon berrying big black bear,
| rudely disturbed in his feast, numbered
| clumsily away into the bushes. Occa-
| sionally we heard the whistle of an elk,
the scream of a cougar or the howl of a
timber wolf. None of these animals
| ever disturbed us, however. At night
skunks, minks and wild cats visited us
with alarming regularity, and woe be-
tide any unlucky fowl not safely housed
away in the hennery.
Two families lived in the settlement
four miles away, but the road was too
rough for frequent visits. We were
| not very lonesome, however, for we
were busy all the time out in the fresh,
| pure air, and sometimes hunter or
| claim-holder came that way. More
than once settler who had not seen
| civilization for months came by-iust