Monday evening, April 26, 2004
"We lost 2 of our men, Ayres and Stringer. Ayres got into trouble with
his mules in crossing the stream. Stringer, who was about thirty, went
to his relief, and both were drowned in sight of their women folks. The
bodies were never recovered."
This is but one of the human tragedies played out here at Three
Island Crossing more than 150 years ago. This crossing was the choice
of about half the Oregon bound emigrants, those who wanted to stop first
at Ft. Boise before continuing on to Oregon.
-- From the journal of Samuel Hancock,
Oregon Trail emigrant.
We are camping tonight at this historic spot, now an Idaho State Park,
on the right bank of the Snake River. This place has become our
favorite one-night stop when traveling this way. It's just 65 miles
southeast of Boise, Idaho. Except for the distant whistle of a modern
railroad locomotive and faint highway traffic 2 miles away, all is
peaceful. The splashing of men, wagons and animals has been reduced to
the faint echoes of history. It is quiet enough to hear the occasional
croak of a frog or the honking of geese. All is well tonight at Three
"Husband had considerable difficulty crossing the cart. Both the cart
and the mules were capsized in the water and the mules entangled in the
harness. They would have drowned, but for a desperate struggle to get
them ashore. Then after putting two of the strongest horses before the
cart and two men swimming behind to steady it, they succeeded in getting
-- Narcissa Whitman
... just echoes.
Dick and Mary
and motion sick Appy.
This was transmitted the following day from my mobile amateur radio station, W7DHS, using "Winlink 2000," the Amateur Radio e-mail link to the internet.
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