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frustrated, but I intended to finish the job. I stomped back to

the stream, filled the bucket, and started again back to the

wagon.

Luckly, I made it without spilling them again. I then
handed the buckets to Pa who set one by the oxen, and brought

one inside. At this time everybody was awake. “Oh Laura!” Ma

gasped. “Well what happened to you?” Pa asked trying to hold
back a laugh. Ma then got up and started to rush towards me.

“I spilled the water on me.” I said with a low, gravelly voice. “I

can see that.” Pa said letting a little bit of his laugh out. “Come

here and I will help you.” Ma said, as she waved me towards her.
I changed clothes, and Ma hung up my wet dress on the

back of the wagon. It was a rough start to a long day.

We were almost there, when we saw some Indians. Ma said

“Laura get Mary and come over here with me.” So I rushed
Mary and myself to the other side of the wagon where Ma was.

Pa made sure his gun was ready.

My parents were never haters of the Indians, and in fact
they didn’t even mind the Cherokee. But, I guess you could say

they had a little bias against them. Plus these Indians weren’t

the Cherokee.
Anyway, my Ma kept looking out about every thirty

seconds. I guess she was really anxious. My Pa, however was

keeping his eyes on the road, and glanced over at them and his

gun sometimes. I was getting a little nervous and my heart was
beating loud. Although, I was trying my hardest to not show my

emotions. Mary already seemed so scared.

They even tried to maybe speak to us, but we couldn’t hear

or understand them. Pa even went over to them once. This is