William Clayton Journals
June 20, 1847
Location: Casper, Wyoming - Location: 42:52:00N 106:18:45W
Summary: The barren, treeless, sage-covered land makes for
tough camping life.
Journal entry: About nine o'clock there was an alarm that
an ox had mired. He was nearly covered but soon got out again.
The first mile was bad traveling, there being several steep pitches
in the road making it dangerous for axletrees. A num ber of the
brethren went ahead with picks and spades and improved the road
somewhat. After traveling three and three quarters miles we halted
for breakfast at seven o'clock beside a small clear stream of spring
water about a foot wide, but plenty for camping purposes. The feed
on its banks good and plentiful but no wood yet.
Elder Kimball states that when he and Elder Benson were riding
ahead last evening to look out a camping ground they came within
a quarter of a mile of this place but were not near enough to discover
the water. A while before they arrived here, as they were riding
slowly along, they saw six men suddenly spring up from the grass
to the left of the road. The men were clothed in blankets some
white and some blue and had every appearance of being Indians and
the brethren thought they were Indians. The six mounted their horses
and started on in a direction parallel with the road. The brethren
also kept on their course. In a little while one of the supposed
Indians left the rest and rode towards the brethren and motioned
with his hand for them to go back. They, however, kept on and paid
no attention to his motion. When he saw them still coming, he wheeled
round and joined the others who all put spurs to their horses and
were soon out of sight behind a higher piece of land. Soon as they
were out of sight Elder Kimball and Benson spurred their horses
and rode to the ridge and as they arrived there they discovered
a camp of the Missourians about a quarter of a mile to the left
of the road and the six Indians were just entering the camp.
The brethren were now satisfied that these Indians were Missourians
and had taken this plan to keep us back from this good camp ground.
It is considered as an old Missouri trick and an insult to the
camp, and if they undertake to play Indian again, it is more than
likely they will meet with Indian treatment.
Their camp left here a little before we arrived this morning
and it is now President Young's intention to press on a little
faster and crowd them up a little. We have learned from one of
the emigrants a few miles in our rear that Andrew Gibbons tarried
with their camp over night. When he returned to the spring and
found our camp gone and the Missourians' camp there, he told them
of the dead buffalo killed by Norton. They went and fetched what
meat they wanted and feasted on it, he joining with them and faring
well.
> At a quarter past nine we proceeded on our journey. After traveling
three miles, we arrived at the Willow spring and halted a little
while to get water. This spring is about two feet wide and the
water ten inches deep, perfectly clear, cold as ice water, and
very good tasting. There is a willow grove extending for some distance
above and below it which will answer very well for firing purposes.
The grass is good and plentiful and it is one of the loveliest
camping spots I have seen on the journey, though the land where
the stream runs below the spring is soft and some danger of cattle
miring. The spring is situated between two very high hills and
is about three rods west of the road and shielded from the sun
by a bank about eight feet high and the willow grove.
A little piece before we arrived at the spring there are two
very deep ravines to cross, which requires sonic care on the part
of the teamsters to prevent accidents. At a quarter of a mile beyond
the spring we began to ascend a very high hill which was one mile
from the foot to the top and the ascent pretty steep. The summit
of this hill is nicely rounding and considered to be much the highest
we have traveled over. From the top can be seen a vast extent of
country to the south, West, and north. For about twenty or thirty
miles to the south there appears to be a tolerably level bottom
over which our future road runs. Beyond this there are vast ranges
of high hills whose summits are spotted with snow. In the distance
to the southwest can be seen a small body of water which we suppose
to be a part of the Sweet Water river. To the west the ridges of
rocks or hills appear nearer. They are probably not over fifteen
miles from us. On the north we can see hills a long distance. The
one opposite Red Buttes, near the spring where we halted yesterday
noon, appears only a few miles distance. The view from this bill
is one of romantic beauty which cannot easily be surprised and
as President Young remarked, would be a splendid place for a summer
mansion to keep tavern.
> We then descended on the southwest corner of the hill and found
it to be just one mile farther to the foot. At the distance of
three quarters of a mile farther we found a good place for feed,
being plenty of grass, but no water nor wood. At a mile and a quarter
still farther we crossed a very bad slough which is about a rod
across and following the road, nearly three feet deep in water
stiff in mud. Most of the wagons crossed a little to the right
side of the road and found it not so difficult to cross, yet very
soft. There is also plenty of good grass at this spot. A mile beyond
this slough we ascended a very steep bluff though not very high
and the descent on the southwest is also very steep
> At 2:45 we halted to feed in a ravine where there is plenty
of grass and a good stream of water about three hundred yards south
from the road but destitute of wood. We have traveled this forenoon
nine miles over barren, sandy land being no grass only in the spots
above mentioned. During the halt it was decided that President
Young take the lead with his wagon and try to proceed a little
faster.
At five o'clock we again proceeded, the President's wagon going
first; all the others keeping their places. I will here remark
that it is the order of our traveling for each company of ten to
go forward in their turn. The first ten in the first division taking
the lead one day, then on the second day it falls in the rear of
the first division, the second ten takes the lead and this continues
till each company of ten have taken the lead one day a piece. Then
the first division falls in the rear of the second division which
also begins by companies of ten to take the lead of the road as
stated above and when each ten have had their day, the second division
again falls in the rear of the first which continues in the same
order. Thus every man life his equal privilege of traveling one
with another.
After traveling two and a half miles we descendent to the bottom
land again and saw a small stream a little to the left of the road
where there is plenty of grass. One and three quarters miles farther
we crossed a creek of tolerably clear water about six feet wide
and one foot deep, but neither grass nor timber on its banks.
After traveling seven miles this afternoon we turned off from
the road to the left and at 9:20 formed our encampment on a ridge
near the last mentioned creek where there is good feed, having
traveled this afternoon seven and a quarter miles, exclusive of
allowance for turning from the road, and during the day twenty
miles. We had been in hopes of reaching the Sweet Water but it
appears we are yet some miles from it.
The whole country around is entirely destitute of timber, not
a tree to be seen, nor a shrub larger than the wild sage which
abounds in all this region of country and will answer for cooking
when nothing else can be found.
Some anxiety is felt on account of the absence of Elder Woodruff
and John Brown. They started ahead this morning with instructions
to go on about fifteen miles and if they found a good place to
camp, to stay. They have not been seen or heard of since. It is
supposed they have fallen in with some of the companies either
forward or back and have concluded to tarry with them over night.
Source: William
Clayton's Journal
- Published by the Clayton Family Association,
and edited by Lawrence Clayton. To the best of our research,
this contents of this book are no longer under copyright.
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