William Clayton Journals
June 24, 1847
Summary: While travels go well, the
second horse is shot accidentally.
Journal entry: THURSDAY,
24th. Morning fine but cool. It was calculated to make an early
start so as to pass the two companies of the Missourians and
get the best chance for feed at night, but they started out a half
an hour before we were ready.
We proceeded onward at 6:15 and a little over a mile from where
we camped, found the river again bending northwest while the road
continues near a west course and soon rises a high bluff. On the
top of this, we appear to have a level road for many miles, after
traveling five miles from morning, we arrived at a level strip
of land on the north side of the road where there is plenty of
grass and apparently swampy and soft. It extends in the same direction
with the road a mile and a half and appears to terminate where
the road crosses the lower land although the grass and hollow continue
southward for some distance.
Just above where the road crosses at the west end there is some
water standing around a small, circular, swampy spot of land probably
about a half an acre. Near the edge at the northwest corner is
a hole dug which is called the Ice Spring. The water in the hole
smells strong of sulphur or alkali and is not pleasant tasting,
but under the water which is over a foot - deep there is as clear
ice as I ever saw and good tasting. Some of the brethren had broken
some pieces off which floated and I ate some of it which, tasted
sweet and pleasant. The ice is said to be four inches thick. The
water is very cold although the weather is warm. A quarter of a
mile farther than there is a spring, there is a small lake or spring
of alkali on the left of the road and a little farther, still another
lake. The latter is more pleasant tasting than the other, not too
strong of sulphur. It tastes very much like lye mixed with salt.
The ground around these lakes is white with alkali or saleratus
and a number of the bretheren picked up their pails full but we
have learned ought to be used with care, it being so much stronger
than common saleratus. If the same quantity is used it makes the
bread quite green.
After traveling from the ice spring ten and a quarter miles over
a very uneven road, we descended a very steep bluff close in the
rear of one of the Missourian companies. The others had halted
a few miles ahead and we passed by them. While winding around and
descending from this bluff we came in the sight of the river again
and about the same time, Elder Kimball picked up an Indian arrow
point made of flint stone and nearly perfect. It was almost as
white as alabaster.
> At 3:30 we tarried a little south from the road and formed
our encampment in a line so as to enclose on a bend in the river,
having traveled seventeen a three quarters miles without halting
on account of there being no water fit for cattle to drink. The
feed here is very good and plenty of willow bushes for fuel. The
river is about three rods wide and clearer and very cool. The last
five or six miles of the road were not so sandy but hard and good
traveling. One of the Missourian companies have gone on, but the
other camped a piece down the river at the fording place.
A while before dark when the brethren were fetching up their
teams, John Holman, while bringing up President Young's best horse,
having his loaded rifle in his hand, the horse undertook run back
past him and to prevent his running back, he jammed his gun at
him. The cock caught in his clothes, the gun went off lodging the
ball in the animal's body. It entered a little forward of the nigh
hind leg on the under side of his belly making quite a large hole.
The horse walked to camp but it is the opinion of many he cannot
survive long. He appears to be in great pain, the sweat failing
from his forehead in large drops. President Young is evidently
filled with deep sorrow on account of this accident but attaches
no blame to John who also grieved very much. The brethren generally
feel sorrrowful, this being the second horse shot by accident on
this mission.
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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