I am Mike Tython. I am a blacksmith from Philadelphia and this is my family. My Wife Ryan Farley’s, My 17 year old son Finna, my 10 year old daughter Catch, my 4 year old son These, and finally my 5 month old daughter Hands. We are about to depart on the Oregon trail
On April 25 1854 we started our first day of travel. On our 3rd day of traveling we came across our first obstacle. We had to get across a river and we could either ford it ourselves or pay a Sioux Indian $25 to ferry us across. I chose to ford it and lost 100 Bulk Wagon Units. A little bit later we met another Sioux Indian that offered to gamble with us. We respectfully declined and went on our way.
On our 5th day we stopped and had lunch by the river. Again we had to cross and again I choose to ford it instead of paying for a ferry ticket. This time it paid off and i was successful. We started to move again and then tragedy struck one of the wagons tipped and fell over on Finna. He broke his leg so we did the only thing we could do which was put it in a splint. The next day another Indian asked us to make a bet with him. We lost the bet so he took all of our gun ammunition.
Ryan Farley’s Finna Catch These Hands
We came to our next big obstacle which was a fork in the road. We could either take The burial grounds trail or the Cheyenne river trail. We decided to take the burial grounds which was more dangerous but shorter. About halfway through the trial an Indian stopped us and said if we kept going we could be killed. A little later I was stung by a scorpion and luckily it wasn’t lethal. We needed water so We filtered then boiled it and presto it was clean.
The next day we came across a river and I payed $50 do get a ferry across. As soon as we crossed we were ambushed by Indians. Luckily nobody was killed but 2 people were injured. Next came the biggest decision we had to make. We had to choose what trail to take. We ended up taking Massacre canyon
Along the trail we encountered a roadblock that made every wagon in our group lose 200 bulk wagon units. We also encountered an endurance task in which I rightfully bested one of the other wagon train members. Once we got to the pass that we wanted to get through we stopped and sent scouts ahead because of the snow. The scouts said we had missed our chance but there was another pass we might be able to make it through. Sadly we took the risk and everybody died.