21 November 2011

Great-Grandfather's Journal

This morning I worked on rhyming my great-grandfather's journal, Jesse Nathaniel Smith. Here he talks about the first winter in Salt Lake City.

Most had not been able to purchase a supply
For a year, then freight it across the plains
And mountains with scanty means, having to rely
On weak teams and frail wagon trains.
I was just at an age when my appetite
Was very keen, but there was no other way.
We put ourselves on rations; food being tight,
About a half a pound of flour per day
Without any vegetables, but a little beef,
Sometimes none, and milk from a cow.
I herded cows the whole winter without relief.

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