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On the Move West
Chapter 12
Stanley was the first to have something to harvest. He made the rounds and told every one to come to his place in the morning and help pick his peas. The kids loved this and ate more raw peas than they picked and put into the bucket. Finally all his peas were in jars and on the shelf. Nothing was to go to waste. The left-over surplus was given to a neighbor and the hulls fed to cows and hogs.
Stanley's mother-in-law taught everyone how to cream the peas and mixed new potatoes in with the peas to make a delicious casserole. A big batch was made and put in jars. All one had to do was open a jar, heat and enjoy the creamed peas and new potatoes.
Peter and I were sitting on the porch just enjoying the coolness of the evening. We were just relaxing after a hot day in the field. We made a trip to the swimming hole, cleaned up, and cooled off. We knew that all the pea patches would be ready to harvest and we already had a job lined up for tomorrow.
A lone wagon with 3 mules and a mulch (milk) cow hitched to it, pulled into our yard. It was driven by a young man no more than 15 or 16. He pulled the team to a halt and collapsed on the seat.
Peter and I ran to the wagon on the run. Peter climbed upon the wagon and called back down, "Jim, he is still alive, just unconscious. There are three more in the back in the same condition. I'll go back and check them out, also."
"There is a woman, a girl about 13, and another boy that must be a twin to the one on the front seat. Get the wheelbarrow and Come around to the back, and lower the tailgate. The wheelbarrow will come in handy and easier to get these people inside the house."
Peter had to do most of the work, but with my help we managed to get all of them into the house and on beds. I quickly checked all them. It appeared that they were all dehydrated and were had almost starved to death.
"Peter, start making a beef broth and I will try to get some water down these people. I just hope that we are not too late. After I get a little water inside them, I`ll warm some milk for them to drink."
The boy who was driving started to come around. We got some beef broth and milk down him. We gave the others just a few drops of water at a time. I did not want to give too much and have them choke.
"Son, can you tell us what happened. I must tell you that all your family are all alive, not in the best of shape, but alive. I am a doctor and will do everything I can to help all of you."
"It has been four days since we had anything to eat or drink. One of the mules stepped in a prairie dog hole and broke his leg. We had to shoot him. We cut off as much meat as we could and that is all we had to eat. The mule meat ran out 4 days ago. We couldn't find any rabbits, birds or any other wild animals to eat. Our water supply ran out about the same time. We had to use the milk cow to help pull the wagon and her milk dried up. Her calf ran off and we couldnt go after it. I dont know why we didn`t tie the little sucker behind the wagon. He would have been nice eating."
"Don't try to talk any more. I am going to try to get more liquid down all of you. Just don't want to give too much too fast. Your systems need to get use to having food in your stomachs one again."
"Jim, I have some vegetables cooking and will mash them. They should be ready in about 10 minutes. I heard what the boy said and I wonder what happened to cause all of this."
"The other three are starting to come around a little which is a good sign. A little food and water will probably be all they need."
"How long have the other three been unconscious?"
"Since early this morning. I was beginning to wonder if we would make it. We were told back down the trail how to find your place and that you were a doctor. The trail forked and the rest of wagon train went ahead. We took the road leading here."
"You made it kid and just in time. You would have probably passed out in another few minutes. All that counts is that you made it! Now it is just a matter of time getting you well and back on your feet."
"We have absolutely no way of paying and our supplies are gone. I don't know what we are going to do and how we are going to live."
"We'll worry about all that later. Right now, we need to get you and your family well. I see your sister is starting to move a little. Just rest and I will check on the others."
"Hello, Honey. Don't be afraid. I am a doctor and thanks to your brother, you all made it to safety. I bet you could use a little food. All I have given you is just a small amount of beef broth and water."
"Where are my mother and my brothers?"
"They are all in the next room. This is Peter, my assistant. He will get you something to eat and I'll go check on the others. I think they are all starting to come around."
"Hello, in there! Anyone home?"
"Yes, Paul, I'm here in the bedroom and I can't come out. Come on in. I am with a couple of patients."
Paul came into the bedroom and I quickly told him what was going on. "I noticed the wagon out front with the cow hitched to it. I'll go out and unhook the animals and get them some feed and water. They look like they could use a little attention. Then I'll go get Margaret and the kids. I think you could use a little help."
"Thanks, Paul. You have that right."
Paul returned with Margaret and the kids. Everyone went to work. Lisa and Jacob were regular little troopers and were a great help. All four of our patients were getting a lot of personal help and tender loving care.
Soon with everyone working, the whole family was finally completely conscious and alert. Each person was given small bite of mashed vegetables and ground meat.
"The first thing I want to know is your names. I can't very well call you Momma, Little Girl, Boy 1 and Boy 2. Now can I?"
"I am Ruth Bishop. These are my children. Lonnie, Raise your hand so they will know which one is which. The other one is Johnny, My girl's name is Ellen."
"How can I tell the twins apart."
"Simple just tell them to pull down their pants. Lonnie has a strawberry birthmark on his right hip!" laughed Ruth.
"Mister, Ma is just funning you. I have no more have a birthmark than she does," said Lonnie who was beet red with embracement.
"Then I guess I will get some of Lisa's or Ellen's hair ribbons and put a different colored one in your hair."
"No way! I am not going to wear a hair ribbon. Ma is the only one who can tell us apart. We always answer for the other if someone calls us by the wrong name. We have a lot of fun fooling people," said Johnny.
"I'll just find my own way of telling who is who. I have some terrible tasting medicine that I will just give both of you. The one who makes the worse face and carries on the most will be Lonnie. Johnny, will get a double dose." I said laughing. "I have some left- over red barn paint, I could put on the end of your nose. One dot for Lonnie, two dots for Johnny."
"Won't work. What if we are not facing you. We will just tell you who we are, " said Lonnie.
"If you tell me wrong, I will find some way to tell you apart, maybe even use my branding iron and give the fibber a birthmark on his right hip." By now everyone was laughing and forgetting their troubles.
"Ellen, you haven't been given the chance to say anything. How about you telling me what happen and why you came here."
"We were with a wagon train. Dad was driving and hit a rock and broke our back wheel. Some men from the train were helping Dad fix it. They had a long pole and were lifting the wagon so the Dad could put the new wheel on. He was kneeling down and had his head under the wagon. The pole broke, pinning Dad under the wagon. He was killed instantly. Part of the credit goes to Lonnie. He is the one who refused to give up and continued on as far as he could."
"He completely collapsed and could go farther. It was just far enough, our front yard."
"Do you know of anyone who would hire a family to work for them? The boys and I could work in the fields and Ellen could do some of the light work and help around the house," Asked Ruth. "We wouldn't need money as long as they paid us with food and another mule. Then we could continue on our journey."
"Actually, that probably wouldn't be necessary. There is still a some good homestead land left that would make nice farm and with work it could be done. All the neighbors would be there to help. We look out for each other and help when needed. Many of us has gone through the same hardships that you have suffered. There are two places that might be taken over. One the owners left and went on west. The other is owned by a widow woman, Mary Brown who just lost her husband and has moved in with one of her daughters. This would be the ideal place. It is close to our farm and the fort which is actually our town now. It was closed and the army has relocated. The school for Ellen and the boys is about half-a mile from the house. The neighborhood is scheduled to be there at sunrise to harvest for the owner. We travel from farm to farm doing the harvest and preparing the food for winter. Everyone in the whole valley is involved in the harvesting."
This all sounds intriguing and almost to good to be true. Since harvesting is a community effort, do you think that we can find work.?" asked Ruth.
"I know that your efforts won't go un-rewarded. You will have a good chance to look the place over and see what you think. I think that all of you should take it easy for a day or so and get your strength back. You know how hard to push your bodies. Just don't overdo."
"It is getting close to the time for us to go to bed. Ruth and Ellen, you can have the beds. The boys, Peter and I will sleep in the barn. Sunrise will come very early. I think, I'll head for the barn."
"No way am I going to kick you out of your beds. My family and I will sleep in the barn." said Ruth.
"Not an option! You and Ellen get the beds. Case closed and no more Arguments."
"Ruth, you might as well give up. Jim, is a stubborn as all your mules and ours put together." sniggered Peter.
The next morning, we all went to Brown Farm. Lonnie and Johnny did a full day of work in the field along side Peter and I. Ruth and Ellen worked in the kitchen with the women. Ruth and Mary made a deal for the farm. Now all, that was left was to move into the house. I told Ruth that I would purchase the farm would use my money and not to worry about paying it back.
That evening, Peter and I said that we were going to the swimming hole and cool off and clean up. Ruth suggest that the boys go with us. She and Ellen would heat some water and bath in the tub. Lonnie and Johnny didn't put up any protest. They just looked at each other and grinned. Little did they know what Peter and I had planned. We were going to do a lot more than swimming and cleaning up.
We grabbed clean clothes, towels and soap and were ready to go. I stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. When we arrived at the swimming hole, the boys weren't a bit bashful about taking their clothes off in front of us. Soon the four of us were naked and had supper hard-ons.
"Well, Peter, it looks like we just got lucky. Which boy do you want. It looks like they are identically twins including in the manhood department. My. Oh my, I think we are in for a treat."
"What are you two talking about. Never mind. I think I know!" said Johnny. "You are going to use our asses for your pleasure, aren't you?"
"Now, would we do something like that?" asked Peter.
"Yes!" both boys said at once.
"You have to remember that we are both virgins and absolutely no rough stuff," said Lonnie. "I don't know if those big things will fit in our tight little holes. If we say stop, will you?"
"Not to worry! I have some Vaseline here to make entry a lot easier and more enjoyable. You will have some pain right at first, but it will soon go away and then the fun really starts. Of course if you want us to we will stop and let the two of you use our holes which we will allow you do later anyway. Are you ready, Peter?"
We moved closer to the boys and took them in our arms and starting kissing them and they kissed back. Peter and I let our hands drop to the man sized tools waiting our pleasure. Soon we had the boys on all fours and kneeling behind them. They immediately held their butt cheeks apart. We smeared a generous amount of Vaseline on their back side. Now the fun was about to begin.
After we had finished using the boys, we returned the favor to them. Man to be young again. They gave us a ride that we will never forget. They may be young but they sure know how to use their equipment.
We jumped in the water, cleaned ourselves, dressed and headed back to the house. Ruth and Ellen already had supper started. It didn't take long and we were eating and Peter and I didn't have to cook.
We had four days of work and then didn't have to harvest for two days. We planned to spend a day getting the Bishops into their new home. This shouldn't take all day and we decide to ride to the back country and check on the cattle. When the harvest was complete, we would be driving a small herd to market.
After we helped Ruth and family get moved into their new home, Peter said that we were going into the high country and check on the cattle up there. He asked Lonnie and Johnny if they wanted to rid up with them. The boys immediately accepted without any hesitation. "Bring a bed roll because we will spend the night and return before the next night. We have two days before we have to harvest corn," said Peter. "We have a pack all ready to put on a mule."TBC
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On the Move West
Chapter 13
On the way to the high country, there was time for just talking and seeing the beautiful country side. We saw deer and elk in the meadows. Fall was not that far away and then we could start getting our supply of winter meat.
"We have a very large box canyon about half a mile wide at the mouth and at least ten miles deep. It gets wider the farther in you go. The side are very steep and therefore the cattle could not climb the sides. There is a year around creek and lots of meadows for grazing. All the homesteaders have cattle up there. We pooled our money and built a fence across the mouth of the canyon. The cattle just take care of themselves and we collect the money. We have another little box canyon not far from this one. It also has a fence across the end of it. We use it to put mavericks in while we are branding them. These are cattle that have been abandoned, scattered by Indian raids, or have escaped from the big herds from Texas. Of course they have all reproduced several times until a large number of them are in the wilds . They are then moved to the big canyon.
We will spend the next couple of days rounding up strays and branding them. We will use my brand since you haven't had time to register your own. We will notch the left ear and those will belong to you. When we take the herd to rail head, you will have some money to use this winter."
"That sounds great. I never thought I would be a rancher or a cowboy. I have always been a farmer," snickered Lonnie.
"Having a few head of cattle doesn't make you a cowboy. You have to wear boots and spurs, walk bowlegged, and wear a big hat and chew tobacco and let it run down your chin and roll your own smokes. Then you might pass for a cowboy. I doubt it but you can, but you can try anyway," laughed Johnny.
We picked up 10 yearlings on the way. They were in very good shape and would bring a nice price. They were not spooky and drove easily. We saw several cows with calves old enough to taken from their mothers. We would round them up and brand them later and move them into the big canyon. We have a fenced area inside the big canyon to put the calves to be weaned and next year they would be ready for market.
We left for home with just enough time to make it before dark. The twins decided to stay overnight and go to the harvest from our place. We established a pattern, harvest the crops and in between times head for the high country to round up strays and spend the night.
Soon the harvest was completed. We had a big bumper crop of produce. Everyone's pantries were full. All the clay crocks had cabbage soaking in salt water making sauerkraut. All the fruit and berries had been canned for use in pies this winter. Many jars of jams and jellies had been made. A lot of the fruit had been sun dried and would make delicious treats later.
Now all we had to do was wait for cold weather to kill out beef and pigs. Turkeys, geese, and chickens would be killed and dressed as needed. Now we could get busy grinding our corn and wheat in flour. Our cheese was in the making and was just 'ageing'.
It was time to start planning on taking our cattle to Market. We would have to get this done before the snow started which would happen in two months or less. We decide to move to the high country and put up some tents and stay for a week and a half. We could round up more mavericks and get them ready for market.
Finally, It was time to take the cattle to market. Counting all the strays and our own stock, we had about 650 head to take to the railhead which was 14 days of driving away. We had 12 men and the older boys along. Two of the women were going along to be cooks. They each would drive a wagon, the chuck wagon and the other to haul all the bedding, clothes and other miscellaneous paraphernalia.
Paul was elected trail boss and Early one morning, just at day break we heard him give the order, "Head em up and head em out". The wagons took the lead and two of the boys were just behind and at the head of the long line of cattle one on each side of the lead steers. The rest of the men boys were on the flanks and at the end. These positions would be rotated. The night guard work be worked in three shifts.
The trail would be an easy one, level with ample water and grazing. Luckily there would be no major rivers to cross. We picked up another 40 head of mavericks. They kept us busy for awhile. They would break from the heard and a long line of cattle would follow. We would drive them back into the herd and repeat this process several times in the next few days. Finally, we split the heard of mavericks and scattered them throughout in the center of the herd. This solved our problem.
One day we came across a small band of Indians who had left a reservation somewhere and they were very hungry. We selected two of the problem mavericks and took them out of the large herd. We killed and butchered the mavericks and gave the meat to the Indians. The meat was certainly appreciated and we knew that we would not have any trouble from the Indians, who left and we never saw them again.
One week passed and another week to go. We saw a storm cloud in the distance. It looked like it may be a bad one. The thunderheads had a lot of vertical development to them. This meant potential thunderstorms. Not good news for a cattle drive. The thunder and lightning could spook a herd of cattle and cause a stampeded.
We prepared the women and boys for a possible stampede. If they saw one start or heard someone shout "Stampede' they were to make 90 degree turn, stay together and head away from the herd and stay completely away until it was stopped. Under no circumstances were they to try to help turn the stampede.
All eyes were on the storm. We even changed the direction of the drive, in hopes to avoid the possible thunderstorm. The storm clouds were getting closer and closer. For some unknown reason the air currents took the clouds away from us. We got lucky with this one. We could see the lightning but were not close enough to hear thunder. The cattle got a little restless but never bolted much to our relief. We changed our direction again and headed toward the railhead.
When we arrived at the railhead and we met by the buyers. They had received our telegram and were ready for us. They offered us $19.50 per head and we quickly accepted their offer. Now all we had to do was put the cattle in holding pens, collect our money and head home.
Soon we were on out way back home with the money in our pockets jingling. This had been a very good trip because we ended up with more cattle than we had at the started of the drive. On the way home, we came across a small herd of longhorn/brahma cross. There were 25 cows with calves about 4 months old. We decided to take them with us and started the drive home. Both the longhorn and the brahma are big breeds of cattle so their offspring are good beef cattle. We would brand and make steers out of the bull calves. Maybe save some to best to replace some of our older bulls.
We put the cattle in the little canyon and would take care of them later. We wanted to get home and have a hot bath and sleep in our own beds. Peter and I had a big surprise waiting for us when we arrived at out place. Joshua and Dave were in the cabin with supper cooking.
"Hey, it is about time you got home. We were afraid that we would have to eat all this food by our selves and come looking for you. Man, you are sight for sore eyes," said Joshua giving both Peter and I a big hug. Dave did the same thing.
"What are you two doing here so far from home?" asked Peter.
"What do you mean? This is home!" said Dave.
"I mean your home in Idaho. Anyway, It is sure nice to see the two of you!" said Peter.
"It is a long story and we can talk while we eat. The food is all ready and all we have to do is start shoveling it in our mouths," said Joshua.
"So how come you didn't let us know that you were coming?" I inquired.
"Not really enough time. This was sorta a sudden decision. One of the big ranchers wanted to expand and needed our land. He offered us a fair price and we would turn a profit. So we accepted."
"Meanwhile, I lost another rancher's wife. I did everything I could do to save her but failed. The rancher was threatening to have me arrested and charged with murder. The talk in the community was that he would succeed. We sold everything we had, loaded two wagons and left the country. One of our friends came out the first night we were on the trail and told us not to look back and keeping moving. He wanted us to put as much distance between us and the angry rancher. "
"We did and so here we are," said Joshua.
"What happened between you and your Indian friends that caused you to leave the reservation?" asked Peter.
"I think the Indian people were just mad at the government soldiers and were looking for a whipping boy. Dave and I became the scapegoats. We were blamed for every little thing that went wrong. The old medicine man died and the tribe picked a much younger man to take his place. He had trained in the old tribal ways and wanted us out of the way."
"Dave and I decided that we would just leave the reservation. We had trouble finding a place where I could practice medicine. No one wanted a `savage' treating them or touching their women. We finally found a place, bought a farm and was making a go of it, but the bad feelings began creeping in and when the woman died. Everything came to a head. Trouble began to fester. We decide to leave and find a place a little more friendly."
"We are actually on our way to the town where you and I went to school. I know that places change and it may not the same town that I remember."
"So how did you get here. I saw no horses in the corral and no wagons. I know that you didn't walk all the way from Fort Hall."
"We staked our horse out about half a mile from here. We didn't want anyone to see us riding in. Yes, we are on the run!" Said Dave. We pulled our wagons into White Horse canyon and left them at the old miner's cabin, which has been keep in usable condition. Remember Adam and Luke, who were among the group you first rescued. Both of them married white girls. This didn't set to well with the white settlers and they were going go take the girls away from their husbands. So they all came with us and are in the canyon with our stuff."
"We are all going to stay there in the canyon until all of this cools and settles down a bit. Then we will decide what we are going to do. We chose White Horse canyon because it has water and good grass for our animals. It only has one way out, so we can easily keep track of anyone that come in. We haven't been followed that we know of. My brother, Adam, traveled about two days behind us and has seen no one. He would come into camp occasionally and let us know what was happening," said Joseph.
"You know that you are welcomed in this valley. You already know many of the people that live here and race would certainly not be an issue and neither would your man-to-man relationship. Peter and I are accepted and respected here in the valley. we will organize a work party and invite everyone in the valley to build an addition to the cabin and also a barn. We can cut some hay and haul it to the barn so you can last the winter. Have you had time to check the corrals and fireplace in the cabin?"
Yes, both are in good shape. However, we will need another fireplace in the new addition. We can start hauling rock for use in building the fireplace." Dave replied.
"How are you in the line of supplies?" asked Peter.
"The supplies are just about gone. Therefore, we will need to go to the fort and restock," Dave said. "We will need to have you do the shopping for us. We don't want people to know that we are here just yet."
"Supplies won't be a problem. We had a bumper crop on everything and we have more than we will need. Also, we have our own grist mill and ground more than enough flour. We dried, smoked, and canned enough meet to feed an army. Peter and I will pass the word around and I know that you will have plenty of food. We will have to make a run into the fort for Coffee, salt and etc."
"We would like to stay and visit more but Dave and I would like to get back to the canyon before dark. We will be pushing it now for sure, said Joshua.
"Let's grab some horses and take you back to where you left yours. This will save you some time. Why don't you plan on a wagon train arriving at your place in three days. We will come and stay until everything is completely finished. We should have every thing done in a week or two," Said Peter.
"All of this is greatly appreciated. Winter should not be a problem. We really didn't know how we would make it through the winter. Let's go get our horses so we can be on our way." Dave said. "We can visit on the way!"
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