A different perspective of life on the Oregon Trail
Once we all safely crossed, those of us who had room in our wagon went hunting for dinner. I used one animal trap, leaving me with 7 left, and I caught 15lbs of deer. I took about 5lbs of it and cooked it over the fire and hung the rest of it on the side of the wagon to dry out for later.
Today was a long long day, but I know that if I am going to get a fresh start for my family in Oregon I must face these challenges and make sacrifices needed to survive.
A few hours later, we come across an indian chief. He would only let us continue if we gambled with him. So, we did. And we lost all of our ammunition. With our legs between our tails, we trek on. The leaders of the train decided we should hunt. Since we need all the food we can get, I join them. I used yet another animal trap, and catch 10lbs of rabbit. Sameth's daughter Belle got a stomach ache so we were delayed for another few hours. And to think I thought this was going to be easy.
When we come across a stream, we get our water barrels to collect some water. But this water is filthy, but we are almost out of water, so we boil it in our dutch oven. Once we are hydrated, we go on. We now face yet another water source, but it is very wide, so we pay $50 to cross safely in the ferry, and so do the others who swim their way across. As we continue, we meet a different chief. His gives us another task, and my family loses 600BWUs. As we very sorrowfully hike away. We are given another life-or-death decision. We have to choose between 3 deadly trails. We choose the Massacre trail. Because of the steep slope of the trail, we must minimize our weight another 100. My family and I will find our fate in the very near future.
We're just one more pass from our destination: Oregon. But, we need rope to get our oxen and wagons up the pass. Things are going south for my family. I am too weak to write any further. I do not see us making it to Oregon. Farewell for now....