Elizabeth described the buffalo they saw on the Great Plains as her wagon train traveled west.
It was a wild country--thousands of buffalo could be seen. One day we could hear them make a roaring noise when they were miles away. They came straight for our train. We could not get out of their way so half of the teams stopped and the others went on. As they came up the hill and passed the wagons--ours was the second one that stopped--it was a fine sight to look at. We had to give them room or they would have run over our teams. There were about five thousand of them. It took such a long time for them to pass. The men put ropes on the oxen horns and loosened them from the wagons. The women and children got in the wagons. It was a scary time for our cattle were so afraid of them. We had some of their meat. It was fine. We could cut it in slices, salt it, and string it on sticks and jerk it over the fire then let it dry. It was sweet and good.
When Elizabeth and her family got to Utah, they settled in a little town called Lehi. They built a fort for protection from the Indians, but Elizabeth enjoyed the sociality of living in such close quarters with her friends. On her birthday in 1901, Elizabeth wrote an entry specifically to her granddaughters (including me).
In April of 1905 she recorded the death of her daughter Myra. Daughter Libbie had already died and she would write about the deaths of two more daughters before the end of her journal. I have had a daughter and a son die and I relate to Elizabeth's feelings about these tragedies.
I have had the saddest news of my life to record. It is the death of my daughter, Myra Daines. She died April 5 and was buried the 7th 1905 in Hyde Park. She was sick about 6 weeks and it turned to blood poison and brain fever. She had 2 good Dr. and we all fasted and prayed. The Elders had all the faith they could get but we could not keep her. She left 6 children, her babe about 16 months old. All her brothers, sisters, their husbands, wives, her Father, Mother and her husband, children were at her bedside when she passed away in the house.
I love reading Elizabeth's history and subsequent journal. She started writing and kept recording her memories and her current life, making some interesting reading. Elizabeth didn't think her writing was very good. She apologizes for it in some places, but it is gold to me. The original journal has been lost, but two of her granddaughters made a typescript that is now digitized. What a gift she gave us. Thanks Grandma Elizabeth. I love you.