Personal Narrative: Buffalo Trail

“Yeah, it was actually good, I enjoy myself.” I told him honestly as he starts the car to reverse.

My names Linn and i’m 24 years old, this morning my husband gave me some horrible and good news. The bad news is that our family is going on the Oregon trail and that means we're leaving Illinois, where I grew up my whole life and our family dog, but the good news he said about going on the Oregon trail is that when we get to our destination we're gonna have a lot more farm land. Today we're gonna try and find a wagon. We went to our friends house to see if the have a wagon we can use and it happens that the do it's a Prairie Schooner and they gave it to us for a lower price than what they wanted it for. We hooked our horse up to the wagon and we were on our way back home. When we got home, we automatically started to pack. My husband James, who is 25 years old

Riding along the Oregon Trail can be treacherous, risky, and at times perilous. Some aspects that make it so dangerous are: hunger, disease, suicide, a broken wagon, falling out of the wagon and getting run over by the wheels, Indians attacking, and … storms. Believe it or not , storms cause substantial amounts of trouble. I am fortunate enough to say, I, Dahlia Clark, lived to tell about it.

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances."

"I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring."

"I don't know, are you sure this is a good idea?" Raising an eyebrow, I was a little skeptical.

“I’m going to go grab the truck. He just lives down the street a mile or two. Do you want to wait inside until I get back or are you ready to go now too?”

“Yeah...yeah that should work, that's a good idea.” I said, and I began to space out yet again once we had our plan set.

“Jeez, Aiden.” He shot me an irritated look. “It’s always gotta be your ideas, your plans, and blah, blah, blah. Just remember my mom will kill you if I die.”

“I’m curious as to what’s going to happen,” she retorted. “I’m glad I can be your experiment.”

Over hearing one of the leaders say that we were almost to the top of the mountain, I prepared myself for what was going to happen. The group was told at the beginning of the trail, that we were going to be rock climbing thirty feet away from a cliff. I thought it was going to be a small cliff, that was not the case at all. Walking over to the edge I looked down and saw that it was a two mile drop off. Until this point, I have not gotten scared or anxious the whole way up, but looking over the edge made me

My experience with the trail was that the girls pick out people that were either unusual or outsiders to be their victim. For me, I was a honorable man who was never a “witch” and was wrongly accused of a crime that I never committed in my life even though i said that i was not a witch. The trials were unfair because the only evidence was the girls who wanted to see me dead. I was announced innocent but guilty in a split second. I was guilty and sentenced to hanged and died by hanging.

"You 'd be good at that. I 've seen those drawings you have on your bedroom wall. Pretty cool."

He got off of me and we continued to the next song. In the whole event he had thrown my guitar behind me. (This actually happened.)