Date: June 19, 1847
On the Oregon Trail, Wyoming:
After waking up to a heavy frost, the pioneer company finally
moved on at 7:50 a.m., traveling on the north side of the North
Platte River. They passed red buttes and "many rough picturesque
sceneries." They ascended a steep mile-long bluff that presented
a very nice view. The road down on the other side was crooked
and rough.
After traveling twelve miles, they stopped for the noon rest
near a spring which was the first water found since the ferry
crossing. After a good rest, they continued on. William Clayton
wrote: "At the distance of eight miles from the spring there
is a steep descent from a bluff and at the foot there is a high
ridge of sharp pointed rocks running parallel with the road for
near a quarter of a mile, leaving only sufficient space for wagons
to pass. At the south point there is a very large rock lying
close to where the road makes a bend, making it somewhat difficult
to get by without striking it. The road is also very rough with
cobble stones."
With well-rested animals, they were able to travel a total of
twenty-one and a half miles this day, a new record for the longest
distance traveled in one day since leaving Winter Quarters. William
Clayton mentioned: "It was remarked by several that their stock
had fattened so much while stopping at the ferry, they hardly
knew them." They camped near a "small miry stinking crick around
which there was many mire holes of the worst sort." Wilford Woodruff
wrote: "Our camping place for the night was the most wretched
of any ground we have found on the way. President Young thought
it might properly be called Hell gate." The water tasted terrible.
The cattle would drink a little but would then stop. They were
cautious, because they knew that they were near a poison spring
which would kill cattle if they took a drink. William Clayton
added: "The mosquitoes are very bad indeed at this place which
adds to the loathsome, solitary scenery around." The cattle were
tied up to keep them from the mire, but three still became stuck.
The hunters brought in a buffalo and several antelope. There
was no fuel for fires, except for sage roots. Lewis Myers, the
hunter for the Mississippi Saints killed two buffalo, but took
only the tallow and tongues and left rest on the ground to rot.
About 9 p.m. an alarm was sounded that an ox had mired in the
slough. It was almost totally sunk but soon was pulled out.
Heber C. Kimball and George A. Smith reported that when they
were looking for the night's camp, they saw six men suddenly
spring up out of the grass with blankets, like Indians and rode
away. The brethren followed them for a short distance until one
of the "Indians" signalled them to stop coming. The brethren
ignored the signal and continued on. Finally, the "Indians" galloped
off at full speed. The brethren were convince that the men were
Missourians and were using this trick to scare the brethren away
from their camp. Howard Egan wrote, "It is considered an old
Missouri trick and an insult to our camp, and if they undertake
to play Indian games, they might meet with Indian treatment."
The Mormon Ferry, Nebraska:
The ferry workers were very busy. They ferried over 16 waggons
for the emigrants and then had dinner with them. James Davenport
did some blacksmithing for them. They learned that a young man,
Wesley Tustin had drown about five miles down the river while swimming
a horse across. His body wasn't found. The ferrymen got their things
together and prepared for their first night at the ferry without
the rest of the pioneers. Including Brother Glines, there were
ten of them with three wagons, three horses, one mule, three heifers,
and one bull, and five dogs. As of this date, the pioneers had
ferried over seventy-five Mormon wagons and sixty-four for Oregon
emigrants.
On the Platte River, Nebraska:
The George Wallace company rolled out of their camp at 9 a.m.,
and reached the encampment at the Platte River at 5 p.m. They joined
another company of fifty to form their first wagon ring. All the
livestock were tied inside the circle except for cattle which were
sent out to graze. Joseph Kingsbury commented: "We already see
the good of this way of encamping . . . if only every man will
do his duty."
Elkhorn River, Nebraska:
The Joseph B. Noble fifty moved out. They were part of the Jedediah Grant
Company. The Noble fifty consisted of 171 people. The captains of tens were:
Asahel A. Lathrop, Robert Pierce, Hazen Kimball, Amos Neff, and Josiah Miller.
They traveled fifteen miles to the encampment at the Platte River. They saw
that another company had raised a Liberty Pole with a white flag which could
be seen for miles.
By the end of the day, a total of about five hundred and seventy-five wagons
from Winter Quarters had crossed the river.
Terrible tragedy struck this day. Alfred Lambson and Jacob Weatherby were
driving a team of oxen back toward Winter Quarters as couriers when three Indians
arose from the grass and halted the wagon. Another brother and two sisters
were also in the wagon. Brother Weatherby negotiated with the Indians to let
them pass, but the Indians, who were armed, cocked their guns. The two brethren
grabbed the guns and their was a struggle. The third Indian, about 15 feet
away, fired at Brother Weatherly, severely wounding him. The Indians ran away.
Bishop Newel K. Whitney and Alpheus Cutler soon came by and took Brother Weatherby
to Elkhorn River about seven miles ahead.
Charles C. Rich stayed at the Elkhorn with his company to wait for the arrival
of the artillery from Winter Quarters. At dusk, Newel K. Whitney and Alpheus
Cutler brought in the wounded Jacob Weatherby, who was taken into the Rich
tent. Sarah Rich wrote: "We all could see that he wouldn't live, so we fixed
him a bed in our tent and did all we could to ease his pain. He suffered awful
pain through the night."
Summer Quarters, Nebraska:
Brothers Martin, Houston, Tuttle, and George W. Hickerson departed for Winter
Quarters to get provisions. They had to take a new route on a divide because
the bridge over Turkey Creek had been washed out. Isaac Morley arrived in the
afternoon and told the settlement that he had been to the Elkhorn River and saw
about 500 wagons belonging to the second pioneer company, ready to leave for
the mountains.
Mormon Battalion, at Los Angeles, California:
There was some worry amount the men that the Colonel might invoke some special
power to force the battalion into serving six more months.
Company B, Mormon Battalion, at San Diego, California:
Robert S. Bliss hoisted a signal flag to notify the town that a ship had been
spotted outside the harbor. It was anchored, waiting for a favorable wind to
come into port. The men expected the their new Colonel was probably on the ship.