Journal of Western Travel
by John McTurk Gibson
edited by Weldon Hoppe
August 7th, 1859 -- Sunday once more but not a day of rest, we have lately been trying another plan in regard to the cattle, we allow them to rest only half a day at a time, once about the beginning of the week, and once near the middle of the week. They appear to operate rather better in this way than any other. When travelling this forenoon, some of our loose oxen feeling pretty good, began to run and kick up their heels, and those hitched to my wagon, got scared and made a stampede, running, chebung against another wagon, smashing the hind end of it, then geed short off and run like the devil for nearly a mile, Powell shinning it after them, and putting in his best licks. It is astonishing how the cattle have improved for the last week or so, they appear to have new life altogether. We are still camped on the river, and the boys have caught some splendid fish.
Travelled 10 miles. Some of the boys are fishing. They have caught some trout and other kinds. This river is the greatest river for froggs, snakes and fish I ever saw.
Copyright © 1997 Weldon Hoppe