Evening star., 1925-04-12
CROSSED PLAINS ONCE BY OX-TEAM
WILL co BY AUTO IS YEARS AFTER
Mrs. Emma ROseberry to
Go Ouer Old Trail of
Her GirIhOOd.
Recalls Journey Amid
Indians and Great
Herds of Buffalo.

SeNenty-nNe years ago thlS Spring
| little S-year-old girl, wide
| eyed and wondering, clambered into
! a big covered wagon, drawn by four
| numbering oxen, and with her father
mother. brothers and sisters-eight
in all-started from an Iowa farm on
the pioneers trail to California.
Two long Summer seasons it took
them to make that wearisome jour-
ney, the family stopping to spend the
| intervening Winter in Salt Lake City.
On the plain, an Indian chief tried to
buy her pretty mother for 10 horses.
Tomorrow morning that same little
girl, grown now to SO years of age,
but still young in spirit and full of
the zest for adventure, will start
from Washington with son,
daughter and granddaughter to
make the much longer trip from coast
to coast by automobile-equipped
with a five-tube radio.
VIII Make 30 Miles an Hour.
Seventy-five years ago little Emma
AdamSon rode behind their slow
moving oxen toward the Pacific coast
at the rate of / mile an hour. with
10 miles a day as good speed. To-
morrow Mrs. Emma J. Roseberry of
1921 Newton street northeast will
climb into a comfortable closed car
y.
who for years has been mining gold
in Guatemala, at the wheel, she ex-
poets to average 80 miles an hour. If
all goes we'll the party expects to
reach the Pacific coast, and many
happy relatives within a month, with
plenty of time out for sightseeing.
From the days of peopleless plains,
trailless desert, scouting Indians and
herds of thousands upon thousands of
hi ATF-g.
back across the same continent, now
teeming with motor cars, movies,
millions of busy people, and dotted
with comfortable hotels, where she
will rest in luxury, every night.
Taking the trip will be Mrs. Rose
berry, her son, who will drive; her
daughter, Mrs. Frank l.. Hess. with
whom she makes her home in Brook
land, and her granddaughter Miss
Elsie Hess. They plan to make about
$50 miles a, day, according to Mr..
ROSeberry, and will stop at cities or
towns at night in order for Mrs.
Roseberry to rest in the comfort of
hotels.
The younger people, however, are
carrying equipment for camping out
and may arrange to pitch their camp
on much of the way. Later in the
Summer, Mr. Hess of the Geological
Survey, Interior Department, plans to
go West and bring back by auto the
party of three, his wife, their daugh-
ter and Mrs. Roseberry. They will
cross the continent, following as
nearly as possible some of the trails
traversed by the old oxon- drawn COW
cred wagon of 1850.
Remembers Old Days.
Mrs. Roseberry grew reminiscent
yesterday, as she thought of again
crossing the continent. / remember
the long, long days of travelling in
the covered wagon" she said, The
patient oxen pulled along so slowly.
they were so tired. But they kept
it I'D. We had ten wagons in our
train. l had heard that there were
wagon trains with many more
wagons, but they had frequently
broken up into smaller groups, as the
leaders could not always agree"
Asked about the Indians. she re-
piled that she had seen thousands of
them, but as her father, Jacob Adam
son and others in the train had always
treated the Indians kindly, they
never had real trouble
Wanted to Buy Mother.
"One of the big chiefs somewhere in
the West, though, took a fancy to my
mother once" said Mrs. Roseberry 'tShe
was quite pretty then. The Indians
had come down to our camp, and we had
given them something to eat. They
liked especially to eat our white bread,
as they never had anything like that
They also liked bacon.
This big Indian chief looked at my
mother, and decided he would like to
have her for his own, so he made an
offer to my father to buy her for 10
horses. The chief evidently thought
that was good offer. My father ex-
planned that she was not for sale.
The chief came back the next
day, however, and tried to buy her
again And we were afraid until
we got clear out of that chiefs
country that he would try to steal her
away But he never did
Il remember one time when we
were camping on the banks of a big
river, it must have been the Platte
the buffalo came down to the river
by the thousands, and tens of thou
sands. AS far as the eye could reach