We are traveling down Windlass hill near Ash Hollow. "It feels like we must be halfway to Oregon, but Tall Joe says, no, we've only gone five hundred miles." (Tall Joe is our guide) The hill is so steep that the wagons are unhitched and hand lowered with ropes. That's when the Anderson's wagon made the rope snap and it went tumbling down the hill. "No one was hurt." Ma thought the place was so beautiful she begged Pa to stay. Another family did that a couple of years ago. We camped at their for the night on their land.
I saw my first Indians tonight. About 20 "camped nearby." I had an awful time sleeping that night. The next day they were holding their hands out waiting for us to give them something. " I asked Tall Joe why the was begging. They ain't begging he said. Indians are hospitable people and if they was passing through our land they'd give us a gift. They are just asking for ours."
I enjoyed getting all cleaned up in the stream today. I am so tired of getting dirty from all the dust spurred up by the wagons. We did laundry today. There were clothes everywhere drying on bushes. Pepper and I swam down the bank and went up to our shoulders. This feeling will have to last because I am not sure when we will get to enjoy getting all cleaned up again.
Later that night a boy named Gideon asked Pepper to dance. Although I didn't tell Pepper I was kinda jealous. I wish some boy would ask me to dance.
The End
Hattie
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