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Across The Plains In 1884 – Catherine Sager

Exhausted in body and mind, the doctor came to the house and threw himself down, saying that if they would only say so he would gladly leave, for he was tired almost beyond endurance. It is hardly possible to conceive of a greater change than Dr. Whitman had worked in the life of the Cayuses.
They had now growing fields, could have good homes, a mill to grind their meal, and they were taught things of the greatest use, yet some of them could not realize that he was unselfish in all this. The following winter was very cold, the coldest ever known in the country, and the Indians charged the whites with bringing the cold weather upon them. Old Jimmy, a Catholic Indian, claimed the power of working miracles, and said he brought the cold upon them to punish them for their unbelief and wickedness.
They paid him liberally to bring about a change, and finally a thaw did come and he claimed all the merit of it. The doctor made his fall visit to the valley, bringing back something for each one of us. He always remembered the children when he went to the valley, and brought us all some token of his love. He piloted the emigrants by a nearer and better route to The Dalles, and learned with apprehension that the last of the train were afflicted with measles and whooping cough.
He knew they would spread through the native camps and feared the consequences. None of his own family had had the measles and but few of the others. This fall brother John had his horse saddled to return to The Dalles to reside, but at Mr. Whitman’s earnest request he consented to remain. Had he gone there he might now be living! Laying aside his gun, he now devoted himself to his studies.
Across the Plainsan 1884.5. acco 5 Home Life at the Whitman’…………… 20 Waiilatpu Massacre, 1847… 36 PASEO CVA corterecncnr teeter anise ctr eraes: a2 ACROSS THE PLAINS IN 1884 My father was one of the restless ones who are not content to remain in one place long at a time.
Late in the fall of 1838 we emigrated from Ohio to Missouri. Our first halting place was on Green River, but the next year we took a farm in Platte County. He engaged in farming and blacksmithing, and had a wide reputation for ingenuity. Anything they needed, made or mended, sought his shop. In 1843, Dr. Whitman came to Missouri.
The healthful climate induced my mother to favor moving to Oregon. Immigration was the theme all winter, and we decided to start for Oregon. Late in 1843 father sold his property and moved near St. Joseph, and in April, 1844, we started across the plains. The first encampments were a great pleasure to us children. We were 5 five girls and two boys, ranging from the girl baby to be born on the way to the oldest boy, hardly old enough to be any help.
We waited several days at the Missouri River. Many friends came that far to see the emigrants start on their long journey, and there was much sadness at the parting, and a sorrowful company crossed the Missouri that bright spring morning. The motion of the wagon made us all sick, and it was weeks before we got used to the seasick motion. Rain came down and required us to tie down the wagon covers, and so increased our sickness by confining the air we breathed.
Our cattle recrossed in the night and went back to their winter quarters. This caused delay in recovering them and a weary, forced march to rejoin the train. This was divided into companies, and we were in that commanded by William Shaw. Soon after starting Indians raided our camp one night and drove off a number of cattle.
They were pursued, but never recovered. Soon everything went smooth and our train made steady headway. The weather was fine and we enjoyed the journey pleasantly. There were several musical instruments among the emigrants, and these sounded clearly on the evening air when camp was made and merry talk and laughter resounded from almost every camp- re; We had one wagon, two steady yoke of old cattle, and several of young and not well-broken ones.
Father was no ox driver, and had trouble with these until one day he called on Captain Shaw for assistance.
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