Old Fort Bridger, Wyoming
a.
Have their
wagons weighed
b.
Pay a trail
tax to support the Union during the war
c.
Take an oath
of allegiance to the United States
d.
Register for
the draft
Yesterday’s answer:
a.
Push Chimney
Rock over
Canadian
convert Margaret Judd Clawson was seventeen years old when she crossed the
plains with her family in 1849. She recalls one of the experiences of the
journey:
“My brother
drove an ox team for a widow and her little girl. The little girl was very
sweet and amiable, the mother rather peculiar. He said she would ask more
questions in a day then ten men could answer in a week. He was a born joker and
could no more help joking than he could help breathing. He could never tell her
anything so absurd or ridiculous but what she believed it. He got so tired of
her questions, such as ‘Riley, I wonder how far we have traveled today?’ and ‘I
wonder how far we will travel tomorrow?’ ‘I wonder if we will get to water?’ ‘I
wonder if we will see any Indians?’ and ‘I wonder what they will do?’ ‘Will
they be friendly or savage?’ Her wondering got so monotonous he could hardly
stand it. At last he had his revenge when we came in sight of Chimney Rock. . .
. At the rate we traveled it could be seen several days before we reached it
[When] she began her speculations about the rock, he told her in a most
confidential way that a soon as we got to it, he was going to push it down,
that he was sick and tired of hearing so much about Chimney Rock, that it had
stood there long enough anyways. . .
Well, she begged and implored him to let it stand that other emigrants
might see it who came after us, but he was obdurate. She then threatened to
tell Brigham when she got to the Valley. That was always her last resort. Well,
he kept her anxiety at fever heat for two days until we were within about a
half a mile of it. He then gave in to her pleadings and said he would let it
stand. She was so delighted that she gave him an extra good dinner and supper
that day.
Holzapfel,
Richard Neitzel, Their Faces Toward Zion (Salt
Lake City: Bookcraft, 1996), 118-119.
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