Autobiography 1883 Tullidge's Quarterly Magazine Notes 2
Just before we stoped to camp on a serious accident
happened to my father. He went to get into the waggon while
the oxen were travelling and the foreboard which he had taken hold
of gave way. He fell instantly upon his back and both wheels of the
waggon loaded with 25 cwt passed over his legs and arms and came
near passing over his head. I expected at first that it had killed
him but we soon found that it had not nor broken any bones though
it had badly brused his flesh.
We journeyed to Farmington next day. Here the
whole of the company bought their flour—I bought 4 barrels—and then we
