Wagon's Ho

Conastogas loaded heavy ready head to wesetern prairie for a new life among the native. Whistling and slapping and a nay the team is on their way. Clanking and creaking you here as thier taveling. Tossing swaying as they crossing the rocky forging of rivers and creeks. Numerous wagons make the train all looking at the terrian. All wanting to wipe the pain of east the from the brain and go west to start again. You had farmer's looking to claim some land to raise some grain. Every night the train stopped in the plain. The native Indian saw them invade their land and hunt with no pride. Westward ho they yell as the wagons begin to roll again on the dirty trail. Creak and swail the wagon does on the trail. Miles and miles from any law these pioneers were all alone with only the native somewhere around. Many months upon the trail the reach the bountiful land and weary soul. They smile and rejoice to celabrate a life in a land with native tribes