Journal of Western Travel
by John McTurk Gibson
edited by Weldon Hoppe
May 13th, 1859 -- No hanging took place last night as was expected and so leaving Salt Creek, where all that are discomfited either in Politics or anything else, generally betake themselves, we continued our journey meeting teams by the hundreds, and though a little hard to persuade, we must have been hard headed indeed if we could have stood out in the face of all we saw and heard from authentic sources. We therefore held a council of war, passed a resolution that Pike's Peak was the d----st humbug ever got up in any country, that it had ruined thousands, beggared twice as many, and had absorbed the little, all of the destitute poor who could only raise enough to go out that far. We next debated the point whether we would go on to the Peak anyhow, and then return home or strike straight for California, and try our fortunes there. Over the plains had the majority so here we go, barely enough provided for such a trip. This afternoon we met old Mr. Miner on his return home, fully convinced that he had been sold most unmercifully, by him I sent word to Marengo, of my determination and probable destination.
Travelled some fifteen miles over good road and fine country. Wood and water scarce, the weather is quite cold. We had quite a rain last knight, I saw a wolf while on guard.
Copyright © 1997 Weldon Hoppe