Sarah Raymond Herndon, Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865
“ Among so many children, we rarely ever hear a child cry, and never hear a woman scold.Our train was the third to break camp and file into the road this morning. The place that knew us yesterday will know us no more forever. Our town of tents and wagons that was teeming with life this morning is this evening deserted, silent, and uninhabited. We have folded our tents and driven or rode away. I did not mount immediately, but led Dick by the bridle, and gathered a magnificent bouquet of the most beautiful wild flowers. ”
