Mary Ann knew she couldn't bear another day. Her mother was with them on the Oregon Trail, but she wasn't - it was only her body back there in her wagon. It wasn't possible to continue on the trail. The weather was hot, it had been a week since her mother died, and - Oh! it was unthinkable, what they would have to do.
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Their oxen and horses were beginning to fail, they saw more and more bodies of horses and oxen by the side of trail, along with grave markers of travelers. Pushing their oxen as much as they dared, it had taken five days to go the seventy-seven miles from the Powder River to their camp tonight at Grand Ronde. They would have to bury her mother in the Blue Mountains. In the morning, tomorrow, they would lay her earthly body to rest. It wasn't supposed to end this way, but all the tears in the world wouldn't change it. Nancy Ann Toone Evans' grave would be at Grande Ronde in the Blue Mountains, Oregon Territory.
Continued tomorrow - Indians!
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