I Got the Gold Rush Fever In 1888

A letter from my brother! It had been three months! We invited the Pony Express rider to stay for a meal. He was grateful, but not half as grateful as me. We read the letter three times over ham and beans and cornbread. Wallace, Idaho. He wanted us to come out there. He said there was gold. My husband was leery, disbelieving, scoffed a bit. The messenger did not say much, ate fast, and was out the door. I began begging to go out there. I had not seen my brother in months. He said there is gold, I argued. Let’s just put the baby in the wagon and go. I would not leave it alone. We finally went, it was a difficult trip. We never made it. Flu got the baby and I along the way. Not sure what happened to my husband.