One day, more than 70 years ago, a
young husband, his wife and their little child were traveling west in a covered
wagon seeking a home of their own. When they stopped for the night, the husband
built a fire so his wife could cook supper. Then he led the oxen and went in
search of water.
The wife, barely 21, was alone with
her child when she heard a terrific roar getting louder and louder. She thought
it was a Kansas
tornado and grasped her child close to her. She peered out the canvas door of
the wagon and saw, to her horror, that a cattle stampede was headed directly toward
the wagon. Several thousand range cattle covered the prairie, and as they
thundered toward her she knew the wagon would be overturned and she and her
child would be trampled to death.
Perhaps it was the campfire that
changed the course of the cattle. Anyway, the roar began to recede. Only slight
damage had been done to the wagon. This experience fills me with pride as I
think of the faith and perseverance of my pioneer parents.
Mrs. Henry Hedke
Back in 1955 a call
went out from the editors of the then CAPPER’s WEEKLY asking for readers to send
in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early
settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from
grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were
received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My
Folks title – My Folks Came in a
Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine
other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from CAPPER’s readers, and we are proud to
make those stories available to our growing online community.