The Carbon County chronicle. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1924, 1924-10-08

it not been for his father, he would
have persisted. The latter seeing
the sons predicament, swan to
him and encouraged him with words
and advice, calling constantly that
bottom could be reached in few
feet more. In this way he piloted
the exhausted man back to the shore
Cyclone Scares Emigrants.
While encamped on the south side
Of the river cyclone came up that
looked fearful to one observing 1t.
Clouds came over the sky and the
wind began to blow frightfully. Then
the dust in whirls on the north side
of the river. At last one of these
innocent looking whirlwinds ascend
ed to a great height, and presently
it was seen that a similar whirl was
beginning in the clouds. The diff
ference was that the upper wind
whirled the cloud down to earth
and met the one going up
Then such a terrific display of
lightning and darkness was seldom
seen. The whirl continued until the
cloud swept the earth and with one
grand onward rush, went down the
north bank of the river. 1t crossed
the Platte river further east. and
blew a precious oar of skiff into
the river.
Sucked TO His Death.
The owner called out that he
would give $40 to anyone who would
get the oar. A swimming athlete
stood near the river. He, without
hesitation, jumped to recover the
lost oar. He was never seen again.
The treacherous stream had sucked
his body down and held it there,
and it is there yet in the sands OF the
Platte.
After crossing the South Platte.
a feeling of citation possessed the
emigrants, who we're now nearing
the mountains. They had been for
some days In sight of their first
glimpse of Pixies peak, dimly out
lined against the sky and this was
the first sight of the mountains to
most of them. In short time the
North Platte was reached and cross
ed at Fort Harvey.
1t was the first stream of any size
passed that was filled with clear
water and was delightful to the ira
velers. The fort looked like most
forts in those days. The buildings
were white and neat and the
grounds were strictly clean and well
kept. Trees also lined the banks Of
the river and partly hid the fort
from view. Withost stopping, the
emigrants pushed on towards their
goal. BY this time our party had de-
cided to go to the gold diggings OF
Idaho, as a lot of people were bound
for that place. All of Montana was
then known as Idaho, and we we're
bound for Alder gulch in Montana,
which had been named while we were
on the road.
We took the Sweet Water route
and crossed over South Pass OF the
Rocky mountains. Along the Sweet
Water, which was probably so nam
ed because OF the vast quantity of
alkali along its borders, we travel
ed for days, but were careful to
look out for our cattle. Many dead
animals lie beside the road, victims
of the deadly I've. Our cattle we're
forced to swallow raw bacon and the
writer was compelled to administer
the dose. 1t was effective, however,
as we lost but one animal, but this
was before the bacon was used.
Indians Beaten Off.
Near the Big Sandy we encoun-
tered the first hostile Indians. They
were Arapahoes and were ready for
fight before our arrival at the camp
ing ground. But, on making a de-
monstration, they were met with
such a Determined show OF force that