[or-roots] Aunt Charlotte's Book ( Nineveh Ford and the big Blue Ox)

[DaviesWalt at cs.com]

Somewhere near the crossing of the North Platte, we camped at a place called 
Soap Springs. It  was a boggy place. Old Mr. Mills stepped into a sink hole 
and, as he said: "went in up to his hat band." Niniva Ford's big black ox 
blundered into one during the night. In the morning he was  found and pulled 
out before Niniva was up. He was covered, all but his head, with the thick 
blue mud. Niniva made a great fuss when he could not find his big black ox.

    Everyone else "hook up." There was a lone blue ox grassing about that no 
one seemed to claim.  Niniva was asked if it were not his. He said: "No my ox 
is black." Finally he was advised to take  it anyway, the owner perhaps had 
yoked up the black ox by mistake. There seemed nothing else  to do, so 
Niniva, mad as a hornet, went out to catch the ox, while everyone looked on 
and laughed. After a while Niniva laughed about it too, but he did not at 
first. He was still too mad at  the man that he thought had taken his big 
black ox.

If you have ever wondered who started the story about Paul Bunyun and his big 
Blue Ox then think about this true story of Cecils family.

Walt Davies
Monmouth, OR
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