Personal Narrative Essay: The Oregon Trail

I'm Jeffery the oxe and I recently completed the Oregon trail. In the beginning we started in Saint Louis, Missouri. We were waiting on the field for my food to grow, then I would be free fed.

After three weeks of waiting for the grass to grow, it finally sprouted up and we started our journey for Oregon. After the first towns in the beginning, The people guiding me began to throw materials out of the back of the wagon. That's when I noticed that their was all sorts of stuff scattering the trail. That night, my guiders unloaded a pile of assorted materials. In the morning, not to my surprise the wagon was lighter and easier to move. The journy was very dry for the next few weeks it was very dry, except when we hit these little towns. We would stop for no more than a day to stock up on energy, then keep on walking.

There were little towns stretched every few miles in the beginning, after that it was an enormous dry landscape with a few forts.

My guiders and I were excited when we hit Fort Carson. They were the first buildings we had seen in weeks. As we were walking their was a sudden shot, then I heard something hit the ground. In the next few moments, my main guider had grabbed one of the smaller guiders ,and threw him in the steering seat with anger. After that incident, I never saw my main feeder again, just the smaller guiders feed me.

Today we hit a long and rushing river, that I overheard was called Laromy river. The first few steps were simple, then the current started to push. I had made it to the other side of the river, when I heard a scream, and I saw one of the guiders being swept down the stream. In an instant they were gone. The dripping survivors and I were welcomed with a group of soldiers with towels. The soldiers lead us to buildings where we could sleep the night. That night I was feed the soft bedding hay, and they gave me clean good tasting

water.
In the morning, after a dim ceremony looking thing, my guiders got on the carriage and or started walking. After that it was another wasteland, but their was more grasses and more greens. My guiders started to lead our wagon off trail when I saw something glimmer in the sun. As we approached this lake there was a thin cover of ice over It. I was desperately thirsty so I decided to break a chunk of ice away with my hoof and drink. The waker was cold and was very nice because of the heat. This was the best water I had ever had. After settling there for a little we started to move again with a wagon train. We kept walking till it became dark and the wagon train was settled down. The hard part was trying to find a flat place that I could lay down in comfort without having to move every minute. It became very late when we finally found a spot that was flat, and we settled down.
In the morning, we started up early when it was still dark. As we went down the trail I could taste an enormous amount of grit in the air, and it also got in my eyes. As the sun started to show I realized that it was dust from the other wagons. It was so thick that our range of eyesight was just in front of us. Adding onto the dust, when the sun was straight above us, the air became dry and very hot. One of the little guiders fainted suddenly when he was on the bench in front of the wagon, he fell forward and was rolled over by tires. All I could hear was a pop and then a scream from another one of the guiders. After that incident there was only the main guider aloud on the bench.
That day was just like the rest after the incident, we walked and walked till it became dark and we settled down.
The next day we got up the same time as normal and started walking, we hit another group of buildings, stayed a little, then moved on. Today was a mild day that was just warm. As we walked we came across another town. This town was huge. We walked past many other wagons that looked to be waiting and their was another road the went up a hill. We stayed the rest of the day in this town and restocked on the food so we could make it the rest of the journey.
In the morning we woke and there were still many wagons waiting outside with their guiders still inside. My guides tried to find a building to stay in when we were in the towns. We started off up the road I had seen yesterday. After a little stop a little up the hill, we continued walking. This road was different than any other road I have been on. It had enormous paws sticking out of the ground with greens hanging off of them. There were colorful flowers along the side of the road. This one road was a whole different world than the original trail. After the curvy trail started to straighten we decided to take a sharp left and we came onto an empty meadow.
Thats where I am now. I traveled the whole united states with my guiders to be some of the first people on the Oregon trail.