The Slower Road

… Mr. Johnson “was up early on the morning of the 17th. I had fed my cattle and was greasing my carriage as the proprietor came to feed his team. Coming up to where I was he said, ‘Come, go with me and get some breakfast; a dish of hot coffee will make you all right for fording the rivers.’ I went with him and got breakfast, came back and made ready to start on my journey. I drove along to the river and soon the man came with his team and said, ‘How does it look to you?’

“I answered back, ‘How does it look to you?’ ‘This is all right, get on to your wagon and drive close up to mine, don’t be a bit afraid.’ He drove down into the river, I close up to him. The water was much deeper than I supposed it to be, and I thought my horse would go under. I dared not look back to see how the cow was getting along. I felt as if I was swinging around, but when I looked on the wagon ahead I was all right.

“After crossing, the man said, ‘This is the largest river you will have to ford. Green River you will have to cross on a boat; it cannot be forded this time of year. The next to ford is Muddy River, and muddy you will find it, and it is doubtful if you can ford it. Should it continue to be warm, it will cut the snow on the mountains and make the rivers much higher; that is the matter with the rivers at this time of the year. It is doubtful if you will be able to travel until the rivers fall.’ ‘How much shall I pay you for your kindness?’ I asked. ‘Not a dime,’ he answered. ‘But this has been a great favor to me, and I feel as though you ought to be rewarded.’ ‘It is all right now. If we were on the other side of the river, perhaps I would take something with you, but as we are, it is all right. I hope you will get along all right. Good morning.’ ‘Thank you, good morning,’ I replied.”

… continuing with Mr. Johnson’s tale from the previous post …

“I left the ranch near Emory on the 16th, and made Evanston, a distance of twenty-six miles. I was up early as usual, feeding and getting ready to move forward. My friend of the ranch came to the barn and we bade each other good morning. ‘You find your cattle all here, I suppose?’ ‘Yes, sir, and doing well. I have fed them with hay.’ ‘You will find grain in that box, give them all you dare; you must keep them well, or fail in your undertaking.’ ‘I carry grain.’ ‘You do, then you are all right; put the grain into them. Our breakfast is ready. I told my wife that you would like to start early.’ We went into the house and partook of a good breakfast.

“As I was about to leave them I said, ‘We have all been well cared for, and are now ready to go on. Since leaving California, many times have we been well entertained, but your hospitality stands ahead of any. Yours was entirely voluntary. I have asked and received many times, but you did not give me a chance to ask; that is where there is a difference. I wish I could have an opportunity to do the same for you.’

“After bidding each other goodbye, I moved on my journey toward Evanston, leaving the railroad on my left. In reaching this town I passed but one station, Wahsatch, which is a telegraph station. Its location is desolate, being on a high elevation, cold and windy. The road to this station from the west is of a very heavy grade. Trains labor hard in making it; its elevation is six thousand eight hundred and seventy-nine feet above the level of the sea. The highway is good, and about 5:00 p.m. I reached Evanston. Driving up to near the depot, I stopped at a livery stable and inquired for the proprietor, who came and asked what he could do for me. ‘I am traveling and would like to get my cattle out of the wind for the night. That shed would answer my purpose, if you will consent to it?’ ‘Yes, sir, I will consent.’ ‘Will you sell me some hay for my cattle?’ ‘Hay is very scarce with me. I ought to have gone for some today, but being so windy and cold, I did not go. Your cattle must have some; I will go up [in the loft] and throw some down. When there is enough, call out.’ I did so when he had put down a liberal supply. I have now to feed strong on grain as I cannot depend on hay or grass. ‘Which way are you traveling?’ asked the livery man. ‘I am going East.’ ‘Where are you from?’ ‘I left Ogden last Monday morning.’ ‘You came from Ogden since last Monday, with that cow?’ ‘I have, sir.’ ‘That is a big story to tell; you look as though you ought to tell the truth. From Ogden to this place is three days; you have traveled more than eighty miles — yes, eighty-five. It is seventy-six by railroad, and your road around the foothills of the valley is more than that distance. Then you are from Ogden, where in the name of God are you going to?’ ‘I am going to Green River City, and when I get there I am going to Laramie and so on to Omaha, and thus on to Massachusetts.’ ‘Are you the man that is on his way from California with a horse, carriage, cow, and a little dog? I read about him in the papers a while ago.’ ‘I think I must be the man; I am sure I am.’

“[He continued,] ‘You are early to travel East, over the mountains; I do not think you can ford the rivers, they are already high and will be higher.’ ‘I am told there are two roads to Green River City, one to follow the railroad, the other take the old emigrant road.’ ‘If I were in your boots going to Green River City, I would take the old Emigrant Trail every time. It is the best, traveled the most, and the shortest.’ ‘How about fording the rivers?’ ‘They are high at this time, but will be higher before you get through.’ ‘Are there more rivers one way than the other?’ ‘No. Either way, you will have the same rivers and the same road a part of the way.’ ‘There is Bear River to begin with. How about that one?’ ‘It is the best river to ford on your whole route: a good hard bottom and no rocks.’ ‘Is it a broad river?’ ‘Yes, it is. That makes it much better to ford. If it were narrow, the water would be much deeper and a much stronger current. When do you leave here?’ ‘Tomorrow morning.’ ‘On the morrow, I will harness up and drive my team to the river and across. You follow me closely, then you will be all right for the next river.'”

Tomorrow: crossing the Bear River …

Checking back in with Mr. Johnson, he says …

“I left Weber at 7:00 a.m., and reached Emory the same day, a distance of twenty-five miles. In making this place, we passed two stations, Corydon and Echo, the latter is a first-class station. It is a junction, a railroad from Park City comes in. On leaving this station, on the left you pass around a number of high bluffs; they are handsome and grand. Here, nature is to be seen at her best. Bluff after bluff arise one after another, hundreds of feet high, a short distance from the road. Between the bluffs, at their bases, are spaces wide enough to pass through with a team, and on emerging come out on beautiful plains. Reader, should you ever travel this way, stay and look at nature’s works around Echo.

“On leaving this town, I made the acquaintance of a gentleman, while sitting in his carriage, who said, ‘Stranger, you will just reach my place tonight. It is about a mile beyond the station. If you will call, I will entertain you the best I can. I have plenty of hay and grain for your cattle, for yourself I will say nothing; my wife shall look after you. … It is about eleven miles to my home. How long will you be in traveling there?’ ‘I travel about two and a half miles to the hour, day or night, just as it happens; so it will take four and a half hours to make that distance.’ ‘I will overtake you before you get to the station; if I don’t, it is the first house beyond the station, on the right of the road on the hillside.’ ‘All right, I will be going on.’ There was a very large number of people around me, and as I was leaving, one of their number called out, ‘Three cheers and success to the man from California on his way to Massachusetts.’ They were given with a will, you bet.

“About four miles from the station, I was overtaken by a cavalcade of Indians, eighteen in number, mounted on fine horses. They were civil and courteous and spoke fair English. I traveled in their company several miles. Before reaching the station, the gentleman who had invited me to stop overnight overtook me and kept me company as far as his house. On our arrival, he introduced me to his wife, saying, ‘Wife, this stranger is from California, just as he is, and is going East, to Massachusetts, where he belongs; make him as comfortable as you can, I think he is worthy of it.’

“My cattle were put in the barn, fed with good hay and grain, and were made safe under a good lock; after this was done I went into the house to a good supper, which was waiting. ‘Had I known that I was to have company to tea, I might have done better, however, excuse me,’ said the wife. Well, what did we have? It consisted of mutton chop, hot potatoes, biscuit, coffee, and mince pies. That was all there was on the table; to me it tasted delicious. We sat at the table nearly two hours, asking and answering questions. When the time came for retiring, I told them that I had at all times and places slept with my cattle, having been advised to do so, so that should anybody attempt to take them, I should be there to see to them.”

… to be continued.