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OHIO STATE ARCHAEOLOGICAL AND HISTORICAL

OHIO STATE ARCHAEOLOGICAL AND HISTORICAL

SOCIETY

 

REVIEWS, NOTES AND COMMENTS

BY THE EDITOR

 

OVERLAND TO CALIFORNIA

LETTER FROM AN OHIO "ARGONAUT"

We are indebted to Professor E. F. Warner of Belle-

vue, long the superintendent of schools of that city and

later with the State Department of Public Instruction,

for an interesting letter, written by his uncle, in 1853,

when the exodus to California was still at its height. It

is here published for the first time.

Professor Warner writes us that "this Ohio Argo-

naut, William Warner, was born near Navarre. As a

temporary resident of Huntington, Indiana, his journey

begins there. The mother to whom the letter was writ-

ten is buried at Massillon. General Orlando M. Poe of

Civil War fame is a nephew."

Following is the letter from William Warner:

Nevada City, Sept. 23, 1853.

DEAR MOTHER AND FRIENDS:

I presume you all have felt deeply interested in my fate since

my departure for this far off land. Well, after traveling six

months (lacking 8 days) I and my family arrived in California,

safe and in good health, but we saw many ups and downs before

we got here. I will give you a few items of our journey.

My company consisted of six persons besides my babe, four

men and two women, I. Ream, Jas. Eaton, J. Whitestine and wife,

myself and family. Our team consisted of four yoke of oxen,

three horses and one mule and two wagons. We crossed the

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Missouri on the 17th day of May and commenced our almost

endless journey. On that day Jerry Whitestine complained of

being unwell and grew worse from day to day. We got in com-

pany with a physician and traveled with him for several days.

He administered to him but could not help him. At last we were

obliged to stop traveling. Several doctors stopped to see him,

but his disease was inflammation of the stomach and bowels and

the poor fellow--his dying hour had come. He bid us all good-

bye forever, and his spirit fled. He was married on the 18th of

March; he took sick on the 17th of May and died on the 17th

of June about five o'clock P. M. We made him a coffin out of

one of our wagon beds that night and the next day we buried him

on the banks of Castle River where it empties into the Platte

River. After paying our humble respects to the dead, we pro-

ceeded with one wagon on our journey.

Everything went very well for a while; finally our oxen's feet

began to wear out. Two yoke became so lame that they could

not travel, so I traded them off for two mules. The man that I

traded with had other lame cattle and intended stopping for two

or three weeks and letting them recruit. I traveled on for sev-

eral days with two yoke of oxen, three horses and three mules.

Finally one ox died and I then had just an even number of each,

and in this way I traveled till I arrived at the great Mormon city

at Salt Lake, which was about the 27th of July. We remained

here about one week. We attended church and heard a sermon

from Brigham Young and several of the apostles. We also at-

tended theatre in Salt Lake City. They open their theatres with

prayers and close them with a benediction. The city is a beauti-

ful one. It is about three miles long and two and one-half wide

and contains about 12,000 inhabitants. Brigham Young has, as

near as I could ascertain, thirty-seven wives and each of the

twelve apostles has from five to twelve wives, just in proportion

to their pecuniary circumstances. A man is allowed one wife for

every $1000 that he is worth. I was in one of the apostles'

houses; after chatting awhile our conversation turned upon their

having a plurality of wives. He wanted to know if I had any

objections to it. He had seven wives and twenty-three children

and appearances indicated an addition of four or five more

shortly.

While at this city I sold one of my horses for $70 and traded

my three oxen for a mule, swapped my heavy wagon for a light

one. We hitched four mules to the wagon; we sold off every un-

necessary article we had and took just what provisions we thought

would do us through. We packed our tent and some of our bag-

gage on my remaining two horses; thus equipped we started for



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this land of gold. My wife and Mrs. Whitestine drove the team,

while the two young men and myself took it afoot the balance of

the way which is about 900 miles. Who would have thought that

I could have endured such a journey besides standing guard

every third night and sometimes I had stood guard four succes-

sive nights?--but of all animals that cross the plains man is

the toughest and can endure the most.

The latter end of our journey proved to be the most inter-

esting. When within six days journey of California we ran out

of provisions. We had nothing to eat but a little dried fruit and

tea. We concluded to stop until we could obtain something from

some of the emigrants as they passed along. I tried all day in

vain; they all let on to be nearly in my own condition (that is,

as they would say, short of provisions). Night came and I for

the first time in my life, had want to stare me in the face. How-

ever, after a little further inquiry, I found a man who had a few

onions and potatoes. He was a trader from California who had

gone east of the Nevada Mountains for the purpose of buying

lame cattle from emigrants. He was out of all kinds of pro-

visions but onions and potatoes. I obtained a hat full of them

for $2.12 which sufficed for supper and breakfast. The next day

one of the men shouldered his rifle and went up the mountains

in pursuit of game and I placed myself on the roadside and re-

newed my energies to buy something to eat. Finally I succeeded

in obtaining 25 lbs. of flour for which I paid $12.50. My man

returned from his hunting expedition without success.

The next day we resumed our journey. After traveling three

days our meal bag again had the consumption and we were once

more out of provisions. We concluded that we could drive all

night and crowd our team, so we overhauled our load and threw

away everything only what we had on our backs, in order to

lighten our load, after which we started expecting to eat our

next meal in California. When night came we overtook an emi-

grant who spared us from his scanty supply a few pounds of hard

bread at 50c per pound--in addition to this I killed two sage hens.

As the night was cold and stormy, we concluded to camp for the

night, and let each day provide for itself--we made out enough

for supper and breakfast--two days hard driving over the worst

road ever traveled by man would bring us to this place-the only

place we were certain of obtaining food. The next morning we

were again on our winding way through and over mountains.

When night came we were minus the wherewithal to satisfy hun-

ger--when lo! and behold!! we discovered at a short distance

from us an old She Bear with three cubs--drinking at a brook.

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battle of ten or fifteen minutes we had the old bear stretched

out before us--she was ours, but the cubs made good their escape.

By and by a man came along and I exchanged some bear meat

for flour. You better believe we were at home. That night we

had a supper--such a one as people in this country seldom sit

down to. We had bear meat roasted; we had some fried and had

some boiled--besides fried liver and sundry pieces of meat that

we stuck on sharp sticks and roasted before the fire. We also

had biscuits, slap jacks and stewed fruit--together with tea and

many other articles which we had not. Two days from this

we landed in Nevada City where we are all well and have plenty

to eat, wear and drink.

A trip across the plains is a hard one, but nothing short of a

trip would have satisfied me. I am now across and am perfectly

satisfied. I found a man here with whom I was acquainted in

Indiana, who has just completed a new frame house. He invited

me to move into it until he could bring his family from the States.

I accepted his offer and am comfortably situated. Perhaps I may

open a boarding house this winter; if not, I will try my hand at

mining. My wife says if she continues to like California as well

as she does at this time, she will never want to return to the

States to live. My babe is growing fine. It is, I think, the largest

child I ever saw of its age. It is now sixteen months old and is

as large as children that are three years old; it is beginning to talk.

Many times when we were traveling, it would run along after

the wagon for a mile at a time without the assistance of anyone.

It has nearly all of its teeth and is a perfect specimen of health.

When I started from home it was quite sick. A Methodist

preacher advised me to get a coffin made and take it along, for

said he, that child will never live to see California. A few days

after I left Huntington, our babe got well and has been well ever

since.

There was very little sickness and but few deaths on the plains

this summer. I did not see more than twelve fresh graves on

the whole trip.

Miners are making great preparations for mining this winter.

They cannot do much at this time in consequence of the scarcity

of water. Those that have water are making from $4 to $12 per

day. Provisions are cheap and plenty, and there is not an article

you ever saw that is fit for men to eat, but what can be had here.

I have been to the burying ground and visited the resting place of

Heyman Allman. Peace be to him. A rude clapboard is the

only monument erected to mark the spot where he was laid; a

few tall pines wave over him, and the wind as it whistles through

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long I shall honor his grave with a better tombstone and write

an inscription upon it that will inform the passerby who occupies

that lonely spot.

Give my respects to old Uncle Dan Allman; tell him I should

be glad to hear from him. Accept of these lines and remember a

Son, a Brother and his little family.

Goodbye Mother and Friends,

WILLIAM WARNER,

SARAH WARNER,

*ALICE WARNER (the babe).

 

 

PROSPECTIVE ENDOWMENT OF THE HAYES

HISTORICAL SOCIETY IN THE SPIEGEL

GROVE STATE PARK

EXCERPT FROM TRUST AGREEMENT

THIS AGREEMENT, made and entered into this 14th day of

April, 1925, by and between MARY MILLER HAYES, of

Spiegel Grove, Fremont, Ohio, Party of the First Part, and THE

UNION TRUST COMPANY of Cleveland, Ohio, Party of

the Second Part

WITNESSETH

WHEREAS, Rutherford B. Hayes, after the termination of

his administration as President of the United States, spent the

last twelve years of his life in active association with many

charitable and philanthropic agencies of a military, historical and

educational nature throughout the United States and particularly

in association with such agencies and interests in his native state

of Ohio, and especially with Ohio State University at Columbus,

Western Reserve University at Cleveland, Ohio Wesleyan Uni-

versity at Delaware, and his alma mater, Kenyon College at

Gambier, and with the Ohio State Archaeological and Historical

Society at Columbus, the Western Reserve Historical Society at

Cleveland, The Firelands Pioneer and Historical Society of Nor-

walk and the Maumee Valley Historical Society of Toledo, serv-

ing as president or member of the Board of Trustees of these

Ohio institutions, to commemorate which facts it is deemed ap-

propriate to bring about the organization of a historical society

to be known as the Hayes Historical Society in Spiegel Grove,

Fremont, Ohio; and

WHEREAS, a tentative plan for the organization of the

 

* Now Mrs Geo. W. Hunt of 1028 59th St. Oakland, Calif.