Oregon Trail Journal

By Chloe Gundry

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Wagon Trains

This picture shows the wagons that carried their luggage in while the settlers walked by foot.


"Pathways of Pioneers." : Idaho's Oregon Trail Legacy. N.p., n.d. Web. 09 Mar. 2015.

April 25, 1843

My name is Anne, I am from Kentucky and I'm sixteen years old. I'm the oldest of 7 children, and I lost both of my parents. I have a lot of responsibility to take care of my siblings. Today is the day that my family and I are setting out on our journey towards Oregon. We are in search of a new start in a better life. My parents left me with $400 to use along our journey. Since we are traveling by land, we must pack a wagon with all supplies necessary to survive. Today we came to the first conflict, crossing the Missouri River. I could either pay for a boat ride or take the risk of crossing by myself. Even though that part of the river was calm, I decided to pay to be taken across safely. One thing I am noticing is that the land is very dry, its a good thing I packed enough water for all of us.

Its getting late, and some people in my wagon train are going hunting. I brought plenty of food for us to cover for tonights dinner, so I will not be joining them. We just finished dinner and we must continue on the trail until the sun sets. As we are walking along, a native from the Su tribe approaches us. He is coming up to us and asks if we would like to gamble. I don't know what to expect, but my wagon train and I decide to take the offer. Luckily nothing bad happens, and we all receive $25. The sun is almost gone, so we go to look for fire wood. While I go look for the wood, I have my brother Sam help set up camp. Well I just returned back with fire wood, and its almost time for bed. See you tomorrow.


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Route to Oregon

This picture shows the route that settlers had to take in order to get to Oregon to start a new life.


"The Oregon Trail: Modern Map." The Oregon Trail: Modern Map. N.p., n.d. Web. 09 Mar. 2015.

August 12, 1843

Sorry I haven't written in a while, we have been pretty busy trying to survive in these harsh conditions. A few weeks ago, a wagon fell on Miya's leg and broke it. She is a lot better but still recovering. Last week we decided to gamble for the second time and we all earned five boxes of ammunition and blankets.

Yesterday we had to cross a river and we once again had the choice of crossing at our own risk or paying to be taken across safely. I chose to pay because I don't want to put any of my siblings and I at risk. Some people in my wagon train go hunting but I decide not to since I still have plenty of bacon packed. Right now we are currently traveling and we see a splitting point up ahead. Some wagons take different routes but my wagon train takes the Barrial Ground trail. We will continue to travel along the trail, and this time I will hopefully write sooner.


November 19, 1843

Yesterday we faced yet another challenge in deciding what path to take. A native warned us to not continue on the path we were on, so we took his word and chose not to put anyone else at risk. We turned around to be on the safe side. That same night as we finished setting up camp, it began to pour rain. This was the best thing that has happened to us since we set out on this dehydrating journey to Oregon. At least that's what I thought... the rain unfortunately soaked through the cover of my wagon and some of my supplies were ruined. This morning I went hunting with some of the others from different wagons to catch food. I successfully brought back 15 pounds of wild turkey. We are planning on cooking it for dinner tonight. We also need water but the only water available to us is dirty. Since it's the only option we have, we must find a solution to clean it. A person from another wagon decides to boil it to kill off any germs or bacteria. We just finished eating dinner any now I'm going to slept, I will write tomorrow.

We are back on the trail. Up ahead I see Indians blocking the road. As we come up to them we politely asked them to let us pass but they refuse. Oh no, this means trouble... Suddenly the other Indians ambush us with a surprise attack. Emma and Josh are shot by an arrow in the shoulder, Once we get away from the Indains, we help Josh and Emma heal their arms.

It's almost sunset and we decided to take a new trail called the Salt Flat Trail. I will write later, until then, goodbye.


December 7, 1843

Good morning! I am eager to arrive in Oregon today! I have not been writing because life on the trails has truly not been that exciting. The most action we have had in a while is when yesterday, we had to make the choice of turning around or continuing on this risky path. We turned back around to be sure we were safe because even if it takes is a little while longer, I would rather be safe than sorry. The other wagon trains carried along the trail. We were running out of water and we are surrounded by very dry land.

This morning I unfortunating lost my two youngest siblings, Bethany and Henry. I am still mourning over the fact that I will never see them again. It's very hard to carry on without them, especially with four other siblings that I am responsible for. I feel so guilty about putting them at risk while we decided to go on this journey to Oregon. But as hard as it is to continue without them, we must go on climbing this 2,000ft mountain ahead of us. We finally made it up that steep and treacherous mountain and now we must decided what to do next. My wagon train and I decide to take the safest path even if it's blocked by snow.

This is it we made it half way through the trail... It's blocked and we cannot turn back and we have no food left. We have no chance of survival... goodbye

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Oregon Trail Memorial

This picture is of a trail marker that was placed there by Ezra Meeker in 1906.


"Oregon Trail History Pictures Historical Facts." Oregon Trail History Pictures Historical Facts. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Mar. 2015.