Jake and I rigged up a special cot for Emma so she could ride in the wagon without too much jiggling. We also found a wagon canvas from an abandoned wagon along with staves so we could rig up a cover to protect her from the rain and sun. On the last evening before leaving, Jake and I took a little walk around the post making our first stop at the suttler's store. I bought some ammo for the Colt .45 as well as some lye soap as well as a tin coffee cup, along with a couple pounds of coffee to go with it. As we were wandering around I spotted the lieutenant I ran into as we were approaching the fort. He was talking to a captain and another lieutenant.
"Well if it isn't the marine corps he laughed. "Get your gold delivered?"
"I did, at the cost of several outlaws, but they knew the risks. He then looked at Jake and asked,
"Were you in the marines as well?"
"No sir, I was a medic in the navy, the marines don't have their own, they use navy personnel." This seemed to confuse them, but they didn't push it. I asked them if there were still any "Galvanized Yankee's" serving out here.
"No sir, I'm afraid not, the last one left five years ago." We said goodbye, then continued on around the post. Near the river, we spotted some wagons which turned out to be some of the last pioneers traveling west in covered wagons. They told us that they were going to Oregon, so Jake and I did our best to describe what lay ahead for them, what to watch out for,and especially avoiding Indians. We must have spent close to an hour helping them with directions and what they could expect on their way west. I also had them all sign their names on a sheet of paper I had, the Medry party of thirty-five souls, I had real history in my hand, signed and dated.