Volume 43- No. 49
December 05, 2013
by lyle e davis
Due to popular demand, we follow up last week’s cover story with the conclusion of the tale:
Across the Plains in '64 is the story of how thirteen-yearold Philura Vanderburgh and her family crossed the continent in a covered wagon as part of the Great Daily Train.
Many years later, when she had children of her own, Philura told them of her experiences on the journey, and her daughter, Anna, wrote them down, especially for young people who will never again have the chance to hear the pioneers tell their own stories. Written in 1953 by Anna Dell Clinkinbeard, Across the Plains in '64 is a book detailing her Great-Grandfather's family crossing the prairies in a covered wagon in 1864.
This is the second part of a twopart series The Paper is excerpting from that book. Fort Laramie
More and more as we went on, we talked of Fort Laramie, the halfway station on the trail, a place where repairs could be made or needed supplies purchased. Here, too, Chris and Tom were to leave us and we were to go on unaided, just our family in three wagons. So many tales we had heard of the Fort, the haven it had been to the pioneers, and the protection it now offered the emigrants, that we awaited eagerly this break in our travel. It never occurred to us to call ourselves pioneers; too many had been over that trail before; too deeply was it worn. When at last we drove up to the Fort, we gazed about with interest. People, people, and more people! It seemed to me like the crowds we had seen in the cities left behind. Soldiers swarmed about, looking each train over, perhaps to see a friend; emigrants were preparing busily for further travel; traders bustled about their business, and Indians and more Indians, all a weaving mass of seeming confusion. The Paper - 760.747.7119
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Part of our train left us there and we never saw them again. Many took the California Trail, which branched off at that point. Among these were Chris and Tom. Though so many left us, an equal number joined us and we went on with our train little changed in size. Most of the men went into the
Fort, and I wished that I were a boy so that I might have gone with Father and Winfield. It was very interesting, though, to watch the people while we waited for them to return. We were to stay but a few hours, for we were, as ever, anxious to press on. While we were eating our
lunch, we children almost too busy watching to crowds to eat, I saw a wonderfully dressed Indian coming toward us, followed by a squad of warriors. His face looked familiar. "Haven't we seen him before?" I asked, nodding toward the Indian.
Wagon Train II Continued on Page 2