Their home was Cooperstown
where Glen was a carpenter. He had heard wonderful stories of
California, how there were no carpenters there and people were flocking
in, so he'd decided to emigrate.
"And once he'd got his mind set on it, he had to start," said his wife.
"Couldn't wait for anything but must be off then and there. That's the
way men are."
"It's a hard trip for you," said Susan, wondering at Mrs. McMurdo's
serenity.
"Well, I suppose it is," said Bella, as if she did not really think it
was, but was too lazy to disagree. "I hope I'll last till we get to
Fort Bridger."
"What's at Fort Bridger?"
"It's a big place with lots of trains coming and going and there'll
probably be a doctor among them. And they say it's a good place for
the animals--plenty of grass--so it'll be all right if I'm laid up for
long. But I have my children very easily."
It seemed to the doctor's daughter a desperate outlook and she eyed,
with a combination of pity and awe, the untroubled Bella reclining on
the throne of sacks. The wagon gave a creaking lurch and Bella nearly
lost count of her stitches which made her frown as she was turning the
heel.
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