Across the Wide and Lonesome Prairie: The Oregon Trail Diary of Hattie Campbell
Author: Kristiana Gregory
Now that we’re in the North Platte River Valley the air feels dry and thin. My lips are so chapped they bleed when I talk. The only thing to do is dip our fingers in to the bucket of axle grease and rub our lips every hour or so. It smells bad, it tastes bad, and the blowing dust sticks.,,,,It feels like we must be halfway to Oregon, but Tall Joe says, no, we’ve only gone five….Read More
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