LIFE ON THE OREGON TRAIL
a narrative story by Collin Smith
The Smith family was leaving to go to Washington State on the Oregon Trail in ten minutes. Collin (their ten year old boy) was running in the yard with their golden retriever, Steve. Kaitlynn (the eight year old daughter) was helping their mom pack up the wagon.
"Collin," mom yelled, "We are leaving in three minutes!"
"OK Mom," yelled Collin. "Come on Steve, let's go."
"Come on Dad," called Kaitlynn.
Dad said, "OK , I am coming. Come on kids, we are leaving."
TWO DAYS LATER
"This road is really bumpy," said Collin. Steve barked too.
"Yeah, I know," said Kaitlynn, "Can we stop here?"
"No, we have to reach the river by nightfall," said Dad.
"Ok," said Collin.
Kaitlynn said, "I am tired, I am going to take a nap in the back on the wagon."
"Good night," said Mom.
TWO HOURS LATER
"YAWN!" said Kaitlynn. "Where are we?"
"By the river," said Mom.
"Where is Collin?" asked Kaitlynn.
"He and Steve are swimming in the river," answered Mom.
"Can I go too?" Kaitlynn asked.
"After you eat," said Mom.
"OK," says Kaitlynn.
AN HOUR LATER
"Can we have some lunch now Mom?" asked Collin.
"Yes, we are leaving in about ten minutes, so eat fast."
"OK," said Collin.
TEN MINUTES LATER
"I am tired after that long swim," Collin said to Steve. Steve barked. They got ready to cross the river.
"Here we go kids!" said Dad.
Kaitlynn was leaning out of the wagon looking at the river and they are almost across when they hit a rock. Kaitlynn falls out and is carried downstream by the swift current.
"No!" cried Mom, as she was about to jump out of the wagon. Dad grabbed her and stopped her and said, "she is gone." Mom starts crying.
TEN DAYS LATER
"We have been traveling for ten more days now, " said Dad. "I think we must stop and rest for a few days."
"OK," said Collin. "How much longer until we get there?"
"About eight more weeks if all goes as planned," said Dad.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Dad said, "We are deep into Indian country, so keep a good look out."
TWO HOURS LATER
"I think I see an Indian!" yelled Collin. "Over there!"
"Look behind those bushes," he told Dad.
"Stay very quiet and hand me my gun, " Dad whispered.
Dad took careful aim and POW!!!!!!!!!!!! The bullet whizzes towards the Indian and hits him right between they eyes.
"Wow, great shot Dad, " said Collin.
SIX WEEKS LATER
"We are almost there son," said Dad.
"Yeah," said Collin.
"Finally," said Mom.
The wagon starts to wobble. "OH, NO!" yelled Dad as the wheel popped off. "Great, now we have to walk the last few miles."
"How long will it take? asked Mom.
"Maybe four hours," said Dad.
Collin asked, "Can't we just settle here?"
"That is a good idea," said Dad. "Let's start unpacking."
"We made it Steve, " said Collin.
"WOOF, WOOF," barked Steve.
( a note from mom: I am not sure that I agree with him writing about killing off his sister, but I told him he could publish his story if he followed the directions.)