Overlanders write in their
Oregon Trail Journals daily.
(except when
they fall asleep over the campfire.)
Dear
Journal,
Today on the Oregon Trail, we went hunting. My
little brother was shooting at a bear and it got made. It
started to charge at my Mom. Then it stopped in its
tracks and saw that I was eating some hardened maple
sugar. Then it pounced on me and scratched me. Finally my
little brother shot it in the head and killed it. I was
left with my scratches and no more maple sugar. But I was
not seriously injured.
Levi
Dear Diary,
Because I was the oldest one, I had to cook the
food, and I also had to build the fire. I really liked
cooking the food for all my family. The only part that I
hated about cooking is that I had to open all the animals
to get them ready to cook. The animals that I needed to
open were the buffalo and the chicken.
Brenda
Dear
Journal,
My first pistol was bought for me by my big
brother. It was cool for him but the bad thing about it
was the guy he bought it from had no more bullets for my
gun in the store. I still was happy. I really love him
for it. He promised that he would buy me some bullets on
the way, but I told him I would buy them myself.
Ben
Dear
Journal,
Today we got a lot of food but we had to hunt a
lot of deer. I went fishing a hundred times. I usually
got 1 to four fish. We always look for food so we don't
get scurvy. We will make it to Oregon no matter what the
cost.
Andrew C.
Note:
Overlanders dress for the trip. At the end of each day's
travels, they neatly fold and stack their clothing in the
wagon bed to be ready for the next day's journey.
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Dear
Journal,
When I went fishing I caught an 11.3 lb bass. I
shared it with my family. I was really happy when I
caught the fish. That was the first fish I have caught in
my whole life. I helped my uncle cut open the fish. It
was not a pretty sight, but I had to do it. It was good
to eat. My twin sister liked it even better than me.
Nichole
Dear
Diary,
Today we were hunting and we were shooting at an
elk. Before he was dead he charged at us, and he bit
Abby. Abby got better though. Another time Billy Bob Joe
was hunting . He was trying to get a bear. He missed the
bear like 5 times. The bear must have got mad because he
started attacking Jeff, another guy who is in our wagon.
Paige
Dear
Journal,
Today my little doggy died. Me and Little Jonie
were so sad we cried all day. We had to bury him in the
ground by a tree. I think he got too cold when we were
sleeping, because when we woke up he was laying by the
oxen dead. I was the first to see him because I woke up
first. When I saw him I came running in the wagon to work
up Mommy and Little Jone=ie when they saw Jack they were
really sad too. I went to go pick flowers to put around
where he was buried. We put rocks around it.
Chad
Dear
Journal,
When we first started on the Oregon Trail Uncle
Hearby told us to collect as much wood as we can because
we wouldn't be able to find wood on the prarie. When we
thought we had enough wood we headed out for the wide
open prarie. After traveling for about two weeks we ran
out of wood and we started to use anything to help our
fire burn. Finally we made it to a woodsy area and we
collected enough wood to last us until the end of our
journed on the Oregon Trail.
Angela
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