West Point Hamlet-Personal Narrative

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It was the 24th of September in the year 1850, and the sun had just risen above the Nevada settler town. The crisp wind whistled through the dirt‐covered streets as cattle and horses laden with covered wagons plodded into town. The inns were filled to the brim, and it appeared that the province wouldn’t be able to squeeze one more settler into its boundaries. In one of these shanty inns, namely the West Point Hamlet, sat a man who was easing on the wooden seat of a chair, sipping coffee from a dented tin mug. This man was a bachelor, and like the others in the town, he had gallivanted from his home in the East, traversed the Great Plains, and stopped in at an inn nearly three‐quarters closer to his destination than before. He was tall and slender, with …show more content…

After about a half‐hour, the man resumed his journey at a steady pace, and he knew that he was rapidly falling behind the others. Yet, this thought didn’t bother him either, as he enjoyed the feeling of being a mile apart from the next traveler. Continuing on, he heard the faint shouts of a few people, and as he rounded the bend in the trail, he could see a family begging for help from the others passing by. Coming closer, the man could see that the family’s wagon wheel had splintered and broken in two, and their covered wagon was lying limp on the ground. He could see the father calling to other drivers, and they all refused assistance. One carriage didn’t even heed the cries and bursted past the family and down the trail, soon disappearing out of sight. The man thought for a moment, and then he stopped his wagon dead in the middle of the trail. He climbed down from the saddle, and without speaking a word, he took his tools, and began mending the wheel.
As he looked around him, he recognized the family as being one of the majority that stared at him while at the inn. Nonetheless, the

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