Further here is journey told by Laura Miller Nicholson all written in pretty poetic pentameter cursive handwriting.
“Though I was only ten years old, I remember nearly all of our trip westward into a great unknown land and uncertain future. We took nearly half a year crossing the plains in covered wagons. In our home, in Iowa, in the early 1850s, there were tales of the great gold discoveries in California, along with much talk concerning the wonderful fertile valleys of the Oregon Territory and an act of Congress giving settlers 640 acres of land. My father, Michael Miller, with much of the pioneer spirit in his blood, became so interested that he decided to “Go West.”
The spring of 1852 brought on hard work, rain, and winds from every direction. Tornadoes were seen in the distance, but
