Ruby Ray Tangreen Zufelt
Q. Pretty primitive.
A. Oh, I wrote that story and Del (Ruby’s fifth husband) just had a fit. He said, “Well, who greased the wagon?” I said, “Well, I did an Vern helped me. I could pull the wheel and he could put the axle grease on. He knew how to do it.” The horses could only make about twenty miles a day, ‘cause they were not shod and the roads were so bad. They were gravelling the roads with great big ol’ rocks. The horses were weak to start with, ‘cause they had just grass all summer, while they were in the pasture. When we got to Gunnison, Mother stopped and went in the post office, or somewhere, and asked how we’d make it over the pass. There’s a big pass somewhere over there. The men told her, “You’ll never in the world make it. You’d freeze to death in that outfit. You could never make it over that mountain with that outfit.” There was a farm down there and we went down to see if they’d take the horses for the winter. The lady took us in, fed us, and let us sleep in a bed. That was in Gunnison, Colorado.