“After Hill left us that first afternoon, we walked on as fast as we
could, as long as we could follow the trail. Then made a fire, ate some
supper without anything to drink. We had not seen water since noon.
“We rolled up in our blankets and lay down with our feet to the fire
and tried to sleep. I am sure I did not sleep an hour, I was so tired
and nervous. As soon as it was light enough to see, we were up and ate
a dry breakfast, for we could find no water in the vicinity. We were
soon following the trail. Before night we had eaten all our grub, and
found no water. Oh, what would I have given for a cup of cold water? It
seemed that we must find water or perish. We dragged on as long as we
could see; then lay down and slept from exhaustion. When we awoke it
was light.
“I was so weak that Mr. Curry had to help me to get on my feet. I
declared I could go no further. Mr. Curry prevailed on me to try, for
we must be near Green River. I made a desperate effort, and dragged
on for half a mile perhaps, Mr. Curry carrying my blanket, when I
positively could go no further, and told Mr. Curry to go on and leave
me and try to save himself. Mr. Curry was desperate. He said: ‘I must
find something to eat.’ He covered me with the blankets and went to
look for some kind of game.
“When he had gone about a hundred yards he saw a bird about the size
of a partridge sitting on a limb ready to be shot. He took careful aim
and shot its head off. He hastened back to where I lay, made a fire,
skinned the bird, and held it on a sharpened stick before the fire and
roasted it thoroughly. I would have eaten it when half done, but Mr.
Curry would not let me have it until well cooked, for fear it would
make me sick.
“I never tasted fowl that tasted so good as that did, although we ate
it without salt. After eating I felt better, and made another effort to
move on. We had gone only a little way when Mr. Curry stopped, listened
a moment, and exclaimed: ‘There, hear the rushing of the river?’
“I could not hear it at first, but soon I heard the glad sound too.
It gave us courage, and with renewed energy we pushed on, and before
eleven o’clock we reached the river. We slacked our thirst, cautiously,
at first, then had a bath and were refreshed.
“While I rested on the bank, Mr. Curry looked up and down the river for
the trail, which had gone into the river. He did not find it. We then
started for the road, which we came into in about an hour, just below
the ranch at the junction.
“A party of emigrants had stopped for noon, who gladly gave food and
refreshment to us weary wanderers. While I was resting, Mr. Curry
investigated the ranch, looked among the horses in the pasture, peeped
in stables, but did not find his horse.[B]
[B] Those men at the junction did steal Mr. Curry’s horse. The
men in the Hardinbrooke train saw them in their corral, and
asked, “Where did you get that horse?” They answered, “From
a man by the name of Curry. Paid $150 for him.”
“After Mr. Curry had given up getting his horse he was all eagerness
to get back to his family, but considering how very weak I was, he
consented to stay with the kind people we had fallen in with until
morning, so we traveled with them, and I rested in a wagon all
afternoon.
“At the first peep of dawn Mr. Curry was up and awakened me. I felt
refreshed and ready for our early walk. Mr. Curry explored the
grub-box, found some bread and meat, which he appropriated, leaving
green-backs to pay for our entertainment.
“We expected to reach camp by ten o’clock P. M., but I gave completely
out, and we were obliged to lie down and rest when about five miles
from camp. I slept until awakened this morning before it was light by
Mr. Curry, who was so anxious to be on the way I wondered that he let
me sleep so long.
“We came over the foot-hills, instead of by the road, and saved about
a mile in distance. We saw Hill riding away from camp and felt sure he
was starting to try and find us. Mr. Curry fired his gun to attract his
attention, and you know the rest.”
He turned over and went to sleep again, and slept until we stopped for
noon. We made a long drive to-day and are camping at the foot of Bear
River mountain.
We had a hard rain and hail storm this afternoon. It was very violent
while it lasted, and we halted by the roadside until it was over. It
was over in half an hour.
Mr. Curry has suffered with a severe headache and high fever all day,
the result of that hearty breakfast this morning after fasting so long.