Homer Duncan autobiographical sketch, circa 1900, 23-27.
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In the spring of 1848 I was taken sick
and was not able to do, myself, what had to be done, and in order to leave for the mountains I wrote to my Brother Chapman Duncan, who was then at Council Bluffs, to come and attend to my business and help me to move, so that I could start in May for the mountains. He came with an ox-team and He loaded three wagons; (which) The first one was driven by Chapman Duncan; Myself, wife [Asenath Melvina Duncan] and three children [Julia, John and William] were in the second, and Henry Meacham was in We stoped at my Brothers Chapmans House on Little Mesquito about ten days when we started with his Family for Florence Nebraska getting there sometime in June In crossing the Missouri River to Florence, There was nothing of intrest occured until we reached Deer Creek. drove our cattle over the bluffs Eastward into [to] Deer Creek to feed. and Sidney Tanner’s little white cur dog went with the and the grizzly <which> saw me He and I ran as fast as I could, but stayed when I run.When I had run bend down to and When I looked back ing the grizzly by the ham, and run opposite direction, the bear after it following> This was the last I knew for that I knew for I don’t know how long as attempted to to and fell I there came across to and they had their guns well loaded took one and went back and when I reached was there and as I looked I saw
I raised the gun, an old
British Musket flint Lock, waist high, leveled it at the grizzly and pressed the trigger, intending to run if I did not hit her <the animal> The instant I shot <the bear> she jumped into the air, I think all of six feet, <then ran around> in a circle about ten or fifteen rods, <till it> fell dead. I have always considered this an act of Providence, the bear certainly would have killed me if the dog which never went with me before or since had not turned her <it> in another direction. There was nothing of much importance happened just common every day camp life and travel until we reached <Great Salt Lake Valley through> the mouth of Emigration Canyon on the 16th day of Oct ober <16,> 1848.