From the Biography of Clara Ann Tolton:
"The road seemed interminable! By early evening, they finally came to the bottom of Buckskin Mountain, where Clara Ann could pull the reins and stop the wagon. When she looked back at her baby, it was, indeed, evident that her precious little Ida May had passed out of this life! Tearfully, she called Isaac to come and see! That night, the sad and weary travelers moved slowly about their camp. Clara Ann and sister Gail sat up all night in the covered wagon, preparing the baby's body for burial the next morning by the side of the road. With the light of only a dim candle for fear of Indians seeing the wagon lit up with a brighter light, they emptied the "grub-box" of the food they had packed into it for the journey, and prepared it as a coffin, or casket, in which to lay little Ida May. During the night, the wolves kept up a constant weird howl around the wagon, which deepened Clara Ann's grief, as they seemed to be hungry, and waiting for prey. The next morning, Isaac dug a grave there at the foot of Buckskin Mountain. They laid little Ida May's body to rest, and prayed that it would not be molested by beast, man or the elements. Clara Ann and Isaac never again, in this life, saw that hallowed spot."
"The road seemed interminable! By early evening, they finally came to the bottom of Buckskin Mountain, where Clara Ann could pull the reins and stop the wagon. When she looked back at her baby, it was, indeed, evident that her precious little Ida May had passed out of this life! Tearfully, she called Isaac to come and see! That night, the sad and weary travelers moved slowly about their camp. Clara Ann and sister Gail sat up all night in the covered wagon, preparing the baby's body for burial the next morning by the side of the road. With the light of only a dim candle for fear of Indians seeing the wagon lit up with a brighter light, they emptied the "grub-box" of the food they had packed into it for the journey, and prepared it as a coffin, or casket, in which to lay little Ida May. During the night, the wolves kept up a constant weird howl around the wagon, which deepened Clara Ann's grief, as they seemed to be hungry, and waiting for prey. The next morning, Isaac dug a grave there at the foot of Buckskin Mountain. They laid little Ida May's body to rest, and prayed that it would not be molested by beast, man or the elements. Clara Ann and Isaac never again, in this life, saw that hallowed spot."
From the Biography of Clara Ann Tolton:
"The road seemed interminable! By early evening, they finally came to the bottom of Buckskin Mountain, where Clara Ann could pull the reins and stop the wagon. When she looked back at her baby, it was, indeed, evident that her precious little Ida May had passed out of this life! Tearfully, she called Isaac to come and see! That night, the sad and weary travelers moved slowly about their camp. Clara Ann and sister Gail sat up all night in the covered wagon, preparing the baby's body for burial the next morning by the side of the road. With the light of only a dim candle for fear of Indians seeing the wagon lit up with a brighter light, they emptied the "grub-box" of the food they had packed into it for the journey, and prepared it as a coffin, or casket, in which to lay little Ida May. During the night, the wolves kept up a constant weird howl around the wagon, which deepened Clara Ann's grief, as they seemed to be hungry, and waiting for prey. The next morning, Isaac dug a grave there at the foot of Buckskin Mountain. They laid little Ida May's body to rest, and prayed that it would not be molested by beast, man or the elements. Clara Ann and Isaac never again, in this life, saw that hallowed spot."
"The road seemed interminable! By early evening, they finally came to the bottom of Buckskin Mountain, where Clara Ann could pull the reins and stop the wagon. When she looked back at her baby, it was, indeed, evident that her precious little Ida May had passed out of this life! Tearfully, she called Isaac to come and see! That night, the sad and weary travelers moved slowly about their camp. Clara Ann and sister Gail sat up all night in the covered wagon, preparing the baby's body for burial the next morning by the side of the road. With the light of only a dim candle for fear of Indians seeing the wagon lit up with a brighter light, they emptied the "grub-box" of the food they had packed into it for the journey, and prepared it as a coffin, or casket, in which to lay little Ida May. During the night, the wolves kept up a constant weird howl around the wagon, which deepened Clara Ann's grief, as they seemed to be hungry, and waiting for prey. The next morning, Isaac dug a grave there at the foot of Buckskin Mountain. They laid little Ida May's body to rest, and prayed that it would not be molested by beast, man or the elements. Clara Ann and Isaac never again, in this life, saw that hallowed spot."
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