Return trip in covered wagon more frightening to young girl than earlier journey.
I was only 3 years old when we traveled by covered wagon from Missouri to western Kansas, but I remember how scared our bay mare, Queen, was when we were near the few trains we saw. She would squat and tremble all over.
My father took a claim 18 miles southwest of Scott City. We lived there three and a half years before we starved out and started back to Missouri, in a covered wagon again.
We took a western pony back with us, and I remember that in St. Joe the streets were so narrow she walked on the sidewalk some.
When we got to the big Missouri, we had to cross it over a railroad bridge. There was water swirling below, which was frightening enough, and then I looked back and saw a train coming behind us! Though we got across all right, I've never forgotten how frightened I was.
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