In the 1840’s our destiny manifested. We finally reached an understanding that all this belongs to us, and moved to make that self evident truth a reality. Wagon trains of hundreds left from Independence, MO and followed the Oregon brick road to to fabled lands of milk and honey. The trip was difficult, long and dangerous. The large groups were necessary for safety, defense from hostile natives or from Mexican armies, desperate to keep their grasp on their territory.
One such group of five hundred wagons set out in May of 1846. The rearmost group of families clustered together with their 50 odd wagons and due to a high population of children and elderly, Plus a series of small delays, a broken axle, a series of fights and at least one murder, became separated from the larger train and fell behind.