The Sequential History of How Tanglewood Came To Be – Part Eight

A Sequential History of how Tanglewood Came To Br – Part Eight

We tugged on westward and finally we came in sight of the great Father of all waters. It was about 3 ft. higher than ever known before. we drove down to the river and waited for 3 hours for the old steam ferry. When it arrived we were soon safely on the boat, but had to ferry about 6 miles to ferry across the old River. So you may know that it is big river. Well, I want to just say while I supposed there was a good deal of cholera there, the business going on there did not indicate anything of the kind. We then felt that we were on Iowa soil and then again struck anew for Des Moins. Having a plank road to travel on how nice the wagon did roll. It made us think of the old Buckeye state again. But it only lasted about 12 miles and we were dumped off again into the mud worse than ever. We wallowed through mud, horses often being done in the mud and being mud all over. And brother David and I were mud all over, two. We drove until it was too dark to find a place to camp. Just at dark being Saturday evening we crossed one of these broad flat sloughs so we double teamed as usual, but I won’t try to tell you how we got over and brother David and I worked until about 10 o’clock washing the mud off the horses. I won’t say any thing about the mud on ourselves, but will just say that for the first time I had the brews.

We rested there over Sunday but it did not seem like Sunday to us. There were teams plowing through that slough all day long – ox teams 3 to 4 yoke to a wagon.

What hooping and yelling at the oxen. Sometimes double teams or any other way to get over. That was something new to us especially on Sunday. On Monday morning we felt rested if it was in mud. And we again rolled toward Ft. Des Moins. And we were not sorry to find the roads improved as we traveled westward. When we got up to Oskaloosa our course was changed by following the advice of a very kind old gentleman who suggested going across the Skunk River near Newton in Jasper Co. for cheap winter quarters.

2 thoughts on “The Sequential History of How Tanglewood Came To Be – Part Eight

  1. My sister’s family lived in Newton! I’ve been there many times. My nephew now lives in Des Moines. Wonderful modern art gallery there! Knew you’d want to know…Ha. Of course, no oxen carts so your adventures are more zesty.


  2. Scott says:

    Thanks for the like. I’ve been to Newton a time or two. The top soil is pretty deep, hence, the mud.

    My eyes are bothering me. I’ll be hit and miss until I get on top of everything. Too much monitor staring.

    I didn’t see any ox carts lat time I was at Newton. 🙂


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