
As the wagon train meandered its way across the vast, untamed prairies of the American West, young Eliza couldn't contain the bubbling energy that coursed through her small frame. At just ten years old, she had already endured more hardship than most adults twice her age. Orphaned at six when her parents succumbed to cholera, Eliza had bounced between foster families in St. Louis before finally being taken in by the kindly Johnsons, who were embarking on the arduous journey to Oregon.
For the first time in years, Eliza felt a spark of hope ignite within her. The endless horizon stretched before them, promising new beginnings and endless possibilities. As their wagon creaked and swayed with each bump and dip in the terrain, Eliza's eyes darted everywhere, drinking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the frontier.
One crisp autumn morning, as the caravan prepared to set out, Eliza overheard Mr. Johnson discussing their progress with the wagon master. "We should reach the Snake River in a few days," the grizzled man said, his voice gruff but tinged with optimism. Eliza's heart leapt at the news. She had heard whispers of the great river's beauty and importance to their journey west.
Unable to contain herself, Eliza burst from the wagon, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran to Mrs. Johnson. "Ma! Ma!" she cried, the unfamiliar word still feeling new on her tongue. "Is it true? Are we really gonna see the big river soon?"
Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly at the girl's enthusiasm, a welcome change from the withdrawn child they had first taken in. "That's right, Eliza. It'll be quite a sight to behold."
Eliza's mind raced with possibilities. Would there be fish to catch? Might they see indigenous people living along its banks? Could they possibly take a boat ride on its swift currents? Her questions tumbled out in a breathless rush, each one barely finished before the next began.
Throughout the day's journey, Eliza's excitement was palpable. She bounced on the wagon seat, craning her neck to see over the oxen, convinced that each new hill would reveal the river's shimmering surface. Her endless chatter filled the air, peppering Mr. and Mrs. Johnson with questions about rivers, fish, and the lands that lay beyond.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the prairie, the wagon master called for the train to make camp. Normally, Eliza would have groaned at the thought of another night sleeping on the hard ground, but today was different. Tonight, she was too keyed up to complain.
While the adults set about their evening chores, Eliza darted between the wagons, sharing her excitement with the other children. "Did you hear?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes shining. "We're almost to the Snake River! Can you believe it?"
Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon a small group of children had gathered, all speculating about what wonders awaited them at the river's edge. Eliza found herself at the center of the group, regaling them with tales she had overheard from the adults about the river's dangers and beauty.
As the camp settled in for the night, Eliza lay in her bedroll, too excited to sleep. Her mind whirled with images of the journey ahead – the rushing waters of the Snake River, the towering peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and finally, the lush, green valleys of Oregon. For the first time in her young life, Eliza felt truly alive with anticipation for what the future might hold.
Mrs. Johnson, noticing the girl's restlessness, gently stroked her hair. "Try to get some sleep, Eliza," she said softly. "We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
Eliza nodded, closing her eyes and willing herself to relax. But even as she drifted off to sleep, a smile played at the corners of her mouth. In her dreams, she saw herself standing on the banks of a mighty river, the promise of a new life stretching out before her like the endless Western sky.