One fall, we moved down to the Ray Brown cabin on Canyon Creek, the second place above the mouth of Canyon Creek, where it empties into the Nowood (Creek). (Note to readers… I’m pretty sure he is talking about the place where I live now). This was accomplished by team and wagon. The crossing was a little treacherous, and when they attempted to come out, they were mired in the mud. One horse, “Jug”, was a little “green”, and he reared around and broke the wagon tongue that left a long, sharp end. Jug somehow injured himself.
They got him unhitched and out on solid ground. He soon bled to death from an internal injury. To me, it was a sad experience to witness so early in life, but lessons like this come with country living.
We lived at this location so George and Marjorie could attend the Big Trails School. I went one day, as a visitor, since I was underage. I can remember mom saying that Miss Gould was a little cranky, but a good teacher.
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Amen to Susan’s comment!
These are superb.
I think James’ account of life in Wyoming ranch country are best evidence of Miss Gould’s quality as a teacher!
Thanks again, Carol. Keep ’em coming!
I really enjoy these stories. Thanks for sharing them with us!
I was sad about Jug but had to laugh at his Mom’s comment about the teacher