The Journals

On this day in 1931: Sleigh trip to Towsley

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Undated photo of Christie Schenck digging his team out of a snow drift at Jay Gould, Montana.

Journal #1, January 26, 1931

I went with Alb. over to Towsley dressed for hiking and snow.  It was a stormy day.  We put on a sleigh and pulled up what he needed.  Got as far as Mt. Pleasant or at Bevers cabin, then along came Jerry Lauller, Tom Williams and Jim Wilhoit on there way over to the Dead Wood mine.  They took Alb. and I on the little box sled, we went up the back way came out on the ridge at Neeman’s mine.  Oh, the storm and wind was fierce.  I thot the side of my face was frozen.  I got behind Jerrie’s shoulder then down over the divide western slope to Bald Butte.  J. Lauller couldn’t hardly see to drive.  The team galloped down the int. side.  I was afraid the horses would stumble so we got in camp.  Went to the old home of the elderly Laullers, got warm, had a nice dinner of ham, pork, onions & potatoes, tea, coffee etc.  Lark Sandish was at the place.  Fed the team, a gray and mouse color horses.  (I had Mrs. Jno Korting to care for the things at home.)  After dinner, we went out around in to Penobscot where Elgi’s working down around to the tailings where Alb. and I then walked thro the timber & snow.  Came to my cabin in Friday gulch, loaded on the perishable food Christie had there, then around the loop in to Burkhead’s cabin in Towsley.  Alb. sure was tired & played out, so was I.  I couldn’t hardly lift my ft.  My legs & knees ached so.  We unloaded & went back up & got the potatoes, onions & Billie Burkhead’s saw.  I had to pull my legs up by the pant leg, they pained so.  We left home around 9 a.m., got thro walking at 5 p.m.  Had a nice mulligan supper made by Bill Burkhead.  I was so tired & sleepie I slept like a log.  Next morning I had breakfast.  I started up the Towsley Gulch about 9 a.m.  (Alb. came back with me as far as the Shannon mine.  We stayed on the top of the flat & hill to the Gloster & Shannon tramway, then came down the ridge to Shannon mine, and the snow was drifted a ft. deep.  At Lawrence Welsh’s claims, I met Earl Padbury & came on down to Kortings for the key in the evening.