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What's his name
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href=3D"http://freepages.history.rootsweb.com/~cchouk/oregon_trail/crossi=
ng/Rubedeaux.htm">http://freepages.history.rootsweb.com/~cchouk/oregon_tr=
ail/crossing/Rubedeaux.htm</A></FONT></DIV>
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<P><B><FONT size=3D+3>From "Into the Eye of The Setting Sun"</FONT><FONT =
size=3D+2></FONT></B> <BR><B><FONT size=3D+2>by Charlotte Matheny=20
Kirkwood</FONT></B> <BR><B>used by permission</B></CENTER>
<BLOCKQUOTE><B><FONT size=3D+1> Mr. =
Rubedeaux's=20
wife was dead and he had a large family of little children. The =
eldest=20
of the six or seven was only about twelve years old. She was a =
tattered,=20
barefooted little girl and very freckled. I remember the =
freckles=20
especially, I thought they were nice. She was a fine little =
worker, SELF=20
RELIANT, the mainstay of her father. Everyone admired her, even =
the men=20
of our party were glad to give her a "lift" when she needed=20
it.</FONT></B><B><FONT size=3D+1></FONT></B>=20
<P><B><FONT size=3D+1> Mr. Rubedeaux walked =
beside the=20
oxen, and the wagon bristling with little heads. The little =
girl, I have=20
forgotten her name, walked and drove the loose cattle. Getting =
started=20
of a morning with loose cattle everywhere was not an easy task for=20
anyone. This small girl with her whip, took her equal and =
effective part=20
in the general commotion, cracking her whip and talking to her little =
herd of=20
lean oxen, some cows and a calf or two.</FONT></B><B><FONT =
size=3D+1></FONT></B>=20
<P><B><FONT size=3D+1> I remember her as we passed through the =
snake river=20
country. There were rocks everywhere, and I noticed that she=20
limped. I was sorry for her. I would have given her my =
shoes, if=20
she could have worn them. The fact that I was without shoes, =
myself=20
might possibly have prevented such an act of charity, even though her =
feet had=20
been larger than mine. I wonder now, why someone did not lend =
her a=20
horse. Plenty of them were driven loose, or were led tied to the =
backs=20
of the wagons. Perhaps she had refused one, I do not know about=20
that. I know that she walked most, if not all of the way and =
drove her=20
herd of cattle. She drove them as though she liked it and was =
glad=20
to. Everyone helped her when she needed it.</FONT></B><B><FONT=20
size=3D+1></FONT></B>=20
<P><B><FONT size=3D+1> One day a band of =
Indians came to=20
us and rode along beside us for a ways. One of them in passing =
the small=20
girl, grabbed the ox whip from her hands and dashed away with =
it. That=20
whip was dear to her, she clutched at it and screamed. Her =
father=20
bounded toward her, but he was too late. The whip was =
gone. His=20
face was so red and angry. I remember seeing him pick up a rock =
and=20
heave it with all his might after the laughing, galloping =
Indian. The=20
rock was as big as my head it could not have carried twenty=20
feet.</FONT></B><B><FONT size=3D+1></FONT></B>=20
<P><B><FONT size=3D+1> I do not know what =
became of Mr.=20
Rubedeaux and his flock of little motherless children. We =
never=20
saw them again after we separated from them at The Dalles of the =
Columbia, but=20
when I think of that little girl, I know that in her was the making of =
a fine,=20
fine woman.</FONT></B></P></BLOCKQUOTE>
<P><FONT size=3D4>From wet San Diego,</FONT></P>
<P><FONT size=3D4>What's his name</FONT></P>
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