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OLD
WEST LEGENDS
The Reign Of The
Prairie Schooner
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By Randall Parrish in 1907 |
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The Prairie Schooner was heavily used by
emigrants traveling to the western frontier. The schooners were much
lighter than heavier covered wagons, which required a six-horse team. The
prairie schooner could be drawn by as few as two horses or oxen.
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I hear the tread of Pioneers,
Of Nations yet to be;
The first low wash of waves,
where soon
Shall roll a human sea.
-- John Greenleaf Whittier
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Increase of Santa Fe Trade
The close of the
Mexican war brought with it a new era to the Plains. The reign of the
prairie schooner then began in earnest. Almost immediately the freight
business between Missouri River points and
Santa Fe
increased to a wonderful degree. Where before a yearly caravan was
deemed sufficient for the trade, from now on, during the season of
safe travel, the trail was seldom vacant of slow-toiling wagons. Wages
for teamsters rose steadily, although prices for transportation had a
marked tendency downward because of increasing competition. However,
profits were sufficient, even taking into account the growing
hostility of the
Indian
tribes, and the consequent danger of the passage. The usual price
charged for thus hauling freight to
Santa Fe was
ten dollars a hundred pounds, each wagon earning from five hundred to
six hundred dollars every trip, the average time consumed being eighty
or ninety days. About this time the eastern terminus of the trade
shifted to a considerable degree from
Independence to Westport, and Kansas City began her steady advance
toward supremacy.
The Rush of Gold-Seekers over the Oregon
Trail
During this period the
Oregon Trail
was not neglected, but was being constantly traversed by emigrant
trains bound for the Columbia River country of
California.
But by the Spring of 1849, when the gold rush began, this slender
current became suddenly transformed into a mighty torrent. In all the
chronicles of men there is nothing to compare with the stream of
humanity which then began flowing across an unconquered wilderness. No
one may even guess at the numbers involved. There are no statistics to
turn to. It has been roughly estimated that in that first year alone
forty-two thousand people crossed the Plains. Lummis, in a remarkable
article on Pioneer Transportation, in McClure's Magazine, from
whom I quote freely in this chapter, pictures this exodus in these
powerful words:
"In its pathless distance, its inevitable
hardships, and its frequent savage perils, reckoned with the character
of the men, women, and children concerned, it stands alone. The era
was one of national hard times; and not only the professional
failures, but ministers, doctors, lawyers, merchants, and farmers,
with their families, caught the new yellow fever, and betook
themselves to a journey fifty times as long and hard as the average of
them had ever taken before.
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Powder, lead, food-stuffs, household goods,
wives, sisters, mothers, and babies rode in the Osnaburg-sheeted prairie
schooners, or whatsoever wheeled conveyance the emigrant could secure, up
from ancient top-buggies to new Conestogas; while the men rode their
horses or mules, or trudged beside the caravans. A historic party of five
Frenchmen pushed a hand-wagon from the Missouri to the Coast; and one man
trundled his possessions in a wheelbarrow. At its best, it was an
itinerary untranslatable to the present generation; at its worst, with
Indian
massacres, thirst, snows, tender-footedness, and disease, it was one of
the ghastliest highways in history. The worst chapter of cannibalism in
our national record was that of the
Donner Party,
snowed in from November to March, 1849-50 in the Sierra Nevada.
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Sioux
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In the fifties the Asiatic cholera crawled in
upon the Plains, and like a gray wolf followed the wagon-trains from the
River to the Rockies. In the height of the migration, from four thousand
to five thousand immigrants died of this pestilence; and if there was a
half-mile which the
Indians
had failed to punctuate with a grave, the cholera took care to remedy the
omission. The two-thousand-mile trip was a matter of four months when
least, and of six with bad luck. Children were born, and people died;
worried greenhorns quarreled and killed one another -- and the train
straggled on. Up on the head-waters of the Platte one probably could find,
even now, the crumbling remnants of a little cottonwood scaffold, and of
her rocking chair, which was left upon it to mark the grave of a mother
who gave up her life there to the birth of a child later not unknown in
the history of
California.
On the southern route -- through
New Mexico
and
Arizona --
Commissioner Bartlett took cognizance of one hundred deserted wagons.
Already in the summer of 1849, 1,500 wagons, bound for 'Californy,'
crossed the Missouri at
St. Joe alone
in six weeks. In 1850, Kirkpatrick counted 459 west-bound teams in nine
miles."
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