Of Lung Fever at River Junction, Johnson County, Iowa, January the 9th., 1878, Harriet A. Walker, aged 41 years, 11 months and 19 days:
While health and happiness seemed once more to smile upon the inmates and those in connection with the Sentinel office, a letter was slowly but surely wending it’s way from our native banks of the Iowa to bear us the sad news of the departure of our eldest sister from the mortal abode of her beloved mother, husband, children, brothers and sisters, to the land of immortality beyond the grave.
Many of our readers in La Grande will remember Mrs. Hattie Walker and Mrs. Elizabeth Welsh, who paid a visit to that town two years ago and the many pleasant attachments formed during their sojourn there; but since that time the silent voice and hidden hand which doeth all this well, has beckoned them from this abode to dwell in a higher life, in a land of eternal summer, where beautiful flowers bloom and the air is made vocal with the glad songs of the pure and noble who have passed from earth life.
Mrs. Harriet A. Walker, deceased, was born January the 21st, 1836 in the state of Indiana having removed in early girlhood, with father and mother, to the State of Iowa where she was married in her ninteenth year to Henry Walker who shared the trials of California frontiersmen in the days of forty-nine and has resided at her home above mentioned up to the time that life in this world was no longer granted as her privilege but taken hurriedly away in the short space of four days by that fatal agency, lung fever. She was called away very suddenly, but few are so well prepared to go:
Over the bridge, across the river,
The footsteps come and go;
Their ceaseless tread goes on forever,
While the waters ebb and flow.
Across the beautiful Bridge of Light
We all most sometime go,
To join that band of spirits bright,
While the waters ebb and flow.
Mountain Sentinel Saturday
January 26th, 1878