you brake a leg. we will get to the trail early tomorrow, but he insisted that it was very likely that he would never be able to get out of these mountains and made the solem request that if he should get disabled so that he could go no further that I would knock out his braines with the axe and not let him linger in pain but he took good care not to fall any more.
Well as I had predicted we got to the trail the next day and had the good luck to fall in with a partie driveing cattle, we got refreshed and sent on to Oregon City. It is remarkable how circumstances will change a man. when in trouble and danger he will be pias and humble but no sooner out of trouble thern his piety is gon and then ly and swair and do other nauty things.
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Candy Hearts From Dr. McLoughlin
By B. F. Bonney
This is taken from Recollections of B. F. Bonney as reported by Fred Lockley. Bonney was a boy of seven when he left Illinois for Oregon in April, 1845. His party reached Oregon City in June, 1846. It was during that year as a boy of eight he turned the grindstone for Dr. McLoughlin and Mr. Barlow.
Among my pleasant memories of our stay in Oregon City was playing with a playmate, a son of Col. W. G. T'Vault, the first editor of the Oregon Spectator at Oregon City, the first paper to be published west of the Rocky mountains. One day young T'Vault and I were walking along the streets of Oregon City when we met Dr. McLoughlin and Mr. Barlow. Barlow had a plane bit in his hands. Dr. McLoughlin put his hand on my head and said: "Don't you boys want to earn some candy? If you will go with Mr. Barlow and turn the grindstone while he sharpens that plane bit, I will give you each a handful of candy." As soon as Mr. Barlow had pronounced the bit sharp enough we hurried back to Dr. McLoughlin and he gave us each a handful of plain candy hearts with mottoes on them. That was the first store candy we had ever eaten, or for that matter had ever had in our hands.
