The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-28
Trip Begins Disagreeably.

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Trip Begins Disagreeably.
Mr.. Bell. the Elsinorc Livery man,
had told Us the team wanted drink
from the sandladen Colorado and we're
perfectly capable Of going there TO get
had given us trail maps that were q
light unto our feet. and a Mr.. D. +.
Wooley (the modern Jacob Hamblin)
and D. D. Rust. his cowboy, school
teacher. editor. son-in law, who. together
had materialized Jim Emmett 5 dream
Of trail from the north nm TO The
river and built splendid cable cross
ing at the bottom, had written us that
all the cougars had been chased off the
trail. the trust was in the manage
mcnt and not on the cable and that
they were awaiting our coming
And now that VIC had actually start
cd. why shouldn t we be happy with
The Canyon only 225 miles away, even
If darkness and rain were upon lis, our
first camp site not found yet and the
only tent purehasable being toy af-
fair with ssggiug, slopiug sides.
II was 1880 when the women were
finally stretched out on their cots in
The raln-spattered tent on a soft hay
floor IN a cattle corral. and Jimmie was
snoring by ny side on the hard bot.
tom OF the covered wagon
Such night of eternity, The horses
eating bay nearby were AS noisy as a
manufactory aud the entire dog pupu-
lation of the town quarrelcd beneath
our uT'ncr berth over our bacon and
ham. shot them with the fash.iight.
frequently. but managed only to keep
sleep away and not the dogs; for be
tween the outside noises the hard. hard
wagon bed and my jealousy of Jim
mic 5 snoring. | dragged through a
dreary night.
hut were grateful for soft tent floor
despite It's strong hay odors. The
spirit OF the proud team and the de
ligbtfuJ rumble Of the wagon soon
refreshed us all on the long white mac.
adam road out of town,
Three Miles of Mud.
We dropped o6 into three miles Of
mud towards Circlevilc. al least the
mud WAS three miles long, it might
have been deeper, aud the town was
IN sight for four hours. constantly re
cediDg till ut last we overlook ii lust
beforc VIC crowded ii into the can
,yop.
'.l W ibtbIOSon IN tue EanN on
We got rs worth Of home sleeping for
lour bits and at Pauguitch the next
day noou The girls cooked u dinner
ia the public streets To compare with
the lodging. In hard rain we ar
rived ia1c at llatchtowu and while Mr.,
Barnnurat : thirteenth child had Just
arrived Che has only one wifc) there
VAS room for rs four and no more
Till morning.
&c all bad thrill crossing the nam.
moth reservoir dam next morning. SO
feet high and 1000 feet long, but we
survived 1T for the worst experience Of
the biil-couutyy road; for from here
the lonesome. rambling country longs
for the baud Of ihc State Road Engi-
neer; the cattle trails have been grad
ua,cd into wagon roads that usually
lie hidden two feet below the mud.
Mr.. Chadwick came out of the woods
mere with herd of sheep. and, still
wearing his store clothes, he was an
unusual siobt in the wilderness To
save time he had bought passage with
the mail driver; Just at that time, how
ever because Of the bad roads, the
slow pattcring sheep were two miles
anead OF the party; Chadwick and a
friend were afoot, and the weary stag
behind, WAS vaiuly trying TO overtake
It's passengers. We let them admire
our excellent team awhile and then as
suriug them the walking continued
good all the way 10 Hatchtown, we
moved on. Here the hills grow hatter
and we fpaliv reached the summit, the
rim of the Great Basin, and dropped
down against, the wagon brakes at a
merry clip.