As you steer your oxen into the bed of the river, it becomes apparent that the water isn’t as shallow as you thought. Each foot forward becomes more like some lunatic walking out into the ocean until it sweeps him under. Midway through you’re mentally tallying your losses – 2 oxen, 10 lbs sugar, 20 lbs meat, 3 pairs of clothing, and yourself after deciding not to waste any more of your life struggling to the finish line in Oregon.
The (blub-blub) End.
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