OREGON TRAIL JOURNAL
BY LAUREN GUNDRY
April 27, 1843
Today, this is my first journal entry. My name Earl Evans, I am a banker from Boston, Mass. I'm coming to Oregon with my rather large number of family members. My wife Sal, my sons Mark (16) and Paul (10), my lovely daughters Kennedy (4) and Viv is my newborn. I am also bringing my elderly father named Jimbob. have a budget of $500 and I am hoping that will get us all through. We are all excited to start our new life in the Oregon country.
This morning I have gathered many of items to make up all 1,000 BWU's that I can bring in our wagon. I am hoping that I did not leave any important items at home, I am starting to second guess myself. One hour after we had began our journey, we came among a river. I am given the choice to pay to cross safely for $25 or risk it. Since I have a good amount of money, I chose to play it safe. So we crossed the river and went on with our long journey. About 3 hours later, it is around 1:00pm, I am now given to opportunity to hunt. Now knowing myself I will not pass that up. So I went hunting with one of my pistols and came back with 15 pounds of fresh buffalo.
August 19, 1843
I was just informed that we have came across another problem. We have lost all of our ammunition due to failing a challenge. But on the bright side, ahead of us, I see a river full of water. Now, we also have to cross it, I chose the safe route to pay $45 to cross the river on a fairy instead of taking the risk of crossing it on our own. I'm glad I stuck with my desistion because three other wagons in my group who decided to cross it on their own lost 100 BWU's when their wagon tilted over.
October 16, 1843
Later, after many of tears, I went hunting. And looking at the brighter side, I gained 30 pounds of buffalo. Then we came across another river. We once again payed to cross the river for $50. Then we lost 60 BWU's as an unknown penalty. I am now writing with my left hand because about twenty minutes ago, I was shot with an arrow in my right arm by an angry native. Soon after, we came across a split in the trail and we chose to go on the Massacre trail. This was risky but we made it.
December 12, 1843
So now we came across several different passes. Our group decided to take the Snow Pass, which was the most risky because we had the option to send someone up there to see if the roads were blocked because it's only one way. But we took the risk of not knowing. I really hope we made the right decision. I don't think we did. We just arrived and the snow pass is blocked. We have now been here for days and we are at almost no food. Many people have brought up cannibalism, which I don't support. Now, I don't trust anyone here with my kids. I have never worried about someone eating me before, it's not a great thought, I feel as if everyone has turned into animals. They are resorting to the worst thing that can become of us. It won't benefit us! What is everyone going to do when they run out of people to eat? Eat themselves or starve like us? I now don't see a future for myself or my family, this might be the end.