The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-01-22

that was a failure. And the silence of it
| all. AT night 1 would go to bed praying
for God to help us through. "Oh,"
! thought, IF l could only see something
! to show the end of our Journey" But 1
| didn't dare speak of it for fear of alarm
ing the children. But 1 never lost hope.
[ couldn't give up. We n eeded all our
| hope and faith. 1 knew before starting
We would have to suffer, tut my husband
wanted to go, and he needs d me.
| When near the place where Mojave is
now Robinson said to me- Mrs. Brier,
/ have a presentment l sh all never reach
California" None of us knew then that
we were well across a, section of the
state.
| con. yes, you will; don't give up" I
| said 90 cheer him. The next day he fell
| off his pony and died The men dug
| shallow grave with their knives and laid
him to rest.
| Father Fish said he thought the Lord
| would bring him through because he came
in such a good cause. He intended to raise
enough money to pay off his church debt,
in Northern Indiana.
Then there was Gould. He would pick
| up everything the rest threw away, until
| he had so much that Mr.! Brier gave him
an OK to carry his load. Gould repented
and had a most happy conversion out in
the desert.
Before the bread gave out one man,
| Croker who was in DUR party, complained
of the short allowance of bread. 1 told
! him we must save lit as long as possible
and he said with AMI oath that he would
have it while it las ted. you shall" I
said, but that woat be long" and il
wasn't. Then he left our mess. Before
we were through that journey 1 heard
that man begging for even the entrails
| of crow
Did I nurse thS sick? All, there was
/ little of that 20 40. l always did what
l could for the poor fellows, but that
wasn't much. When one grew sick he just
lay down, weary like, and his life went
out. 1t was nature giving up. Poor
souls! tM
Reached Ranch.
So we went on and on until the morn
ing we arrived at San Francisquito ranch.
Oh, that was a beautiful morning. Just
before this the men had killed a wild mare
and two colts and the company ate the
meat with a RELISH but il tasted too
sweet. This morning, Feb. r. 1850, the sun
was bright and the grass and flowers
seemed like a paradise after the awful
sand and rocks of the desert. One of the
men shot a hawk and another a rabbit and
| we were preparing to have feast on
| them, when we heard more shooting
ahead. Tie wind blew toward us the
sound of lowing cattle and we We're in
great wonder.
The jayhawkers came rushing back with
dialated eyes, saying they had seen 10000
head Of cattle and wagon tracks and be-
| lieved We We're near farm. Oh what
an excitement came over us! Soon we
came up TO where the jayhawkers had
| killed some cattle and saw thousands of
head all round, and the men eagerly cut off
pieces or the warm, raw meat, ready to
devour IT, when an old Spaniard and some
Indian vaqueros came galloping up on fine
| horses
Our men expected trouble and held their
| guns ready. The Spauiard was amazed
at our appearance, l suppose. We looked
more like skeletons than human beings.
Our clothes hung in tatters. My dress
was in ribbons, and my shoes hard, baked.
broken pieces of leather. Some of the
company still had the remains of worn
out shoes with their feet sticking through.
and some wore pieces of OK hide tied
about their feet. My boys wore oxhide
| mOccasins.
Patrick knew little Spanish and said
TO the Spaniard pointing TO Mr.. Brier,
Padre"
The old man took off his hat, bowed