My great grandmother, Katherine Seybold, married Orville Duloss Harris in January, 1876 in Wisconsin.
In the spring of that year, they left their home in Forest Junction and headed west, settling on a homestead eight miles southeast of North Platte, Nebraska, on the old California trail. Their home was near the Sioux look-out, a hill where the Indians watched the immigrants traveling down the valley.
I have a poem, handwritten by Katherine, that relays some of her experiences while living in Nebraska.
Do you remember Tom the day we left our Forest Junction home
To go west where the Buzzard nest and the Buffalo did roam
And when we landed at North Platte the home of Buffalo Bill
It was there they drank their whiskey straight, it was they shot to kill
We wandered up and down the Platte with Casey close behind
And Anton with his old shot gun a following in the line
We roamed around until we found a place to build a home
We made a corral and dug a well and build a house of stone
We gathered up the prairie grass prepared by Buffalo
To cook our grub and keep us warm when it was ten below
And then them bloody Indians come and Katie all alone
But she was brave and stayed them off until the Major come
We went to raising cattle in that we could not fail
If we could not raise them otherwise we would raise them by the tail
And that bronco that y rode I eust to call him Ned
At first he stand up on his heals and then upon his head
But now dear Tom the time has come when we can ride no more
And we will soon meet the old cowboy upon the other shore
I’m not sure is she wrote this poem while living in Nebraska or sometime after. It’s a real treasure to have something in her handwriting. Katherine and Orville went to Florida in 1881 and back to Wisconsin in 1896.
More about my Harris family can be read here: