. Ox-team Tage auf dem Oregon Trail/von Ezra Meeker; überarbeitet und von Howard R. Driggs bearbeitet werden. Rock. Es ist eine merkwürdige Laune der natiu: e, und eine famouslandmark auf der Spur. Es deckt vielleicht zwölf Hektar, andrises für zwei hundert Meter coneshaped auf der Basis des thespire - wie Rock, der Schornstein, und risesa Volle hundert Fuß mehr auf ruht. Eine lokale Geschichte läuft, dass ein Offizier in der Armee ausgebildet, um eine cannonon dieses spire, Schuß aus über dreißig Fuß von oben, Andfor war das Gericht - martialed und Unehrenhaft die Armee dischargedfrom. Ich konnte keine eindeutige Bestätigung der thestory, obwohl es wurde repeate

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. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. Rock. It is a curious freak of natiu:e, and a famouslandmark on the trail. It covers perhaps twelve acres, andrises coneshaped for two hundred feet to the base of thespire-like rock, the chimney, that rests upon it and risesa full hundred feet more. A local story runs that an army officer trained a cannonon this spire, shot off about thirty feet from the top, andfor this was court-martialed and dishonorably dischargedfrom the army. I could get no definite confirmation of thestory, though it was repeated again and again. It seemsincredible that an intelligent man would do such an act, and if he did it, he deserved severe punishment. It is saddening to think of the many places whereequally stupid things have been done to natmal wonders.Coming through Idaho, I had noticed that at Soda Springsthe hand of the vandal had been at work. That interestingphenomenon, Steamboat Spring, the wonderment of allof us in 1852, with its intermittent spouting, had beentampered with and had ceased to act.. Going up the steep, rocky sides of Little Canyon. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN A BIT OF BAD LUCK Old Oregon Trail Monument Expedition, Brady Island, Nebraska, August 9, 1906, Camp No. 120. Odometer, 1, 536^8. Yesterday morning Twist ate his breakfast asusual and showed no signs of sickness until we were on theroad two or three miles, when he began to put his tongueout and his breathing became heavy. But he leaned on theyoke more heavily than usual and determined to pull thewhole load. I finally stopped, put him on the off side, gavehim the long end of the yoke, and tied his head back withthe halter strap to the chain; but to no purpose, for hepulled by the head very heavily. I finally unyoked, gavehim a quart of lard, a gill of vinegar, and a handful of sugar, but all to no purpose, for he soon fell down and in twohours was dead. Such is the record in my journal of this noble animalsdeath. I think he died

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