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Journey Remembered Full Episode – Bonanza, Season #05, Episode #8

In this sequel to the 1962 Bonanza episode “Inger, My Love,” Ben Cartwright once again reminisces about his late second wife, Inger, portrayed once more by Inga Swenson. Through a lengthy flashback, viewers witness Ben and Inger’s journey westward to a remote frontier outpost, where they face attacks from hostile Indians. Amidst these trials, Inger gives birth to her son, Hoss, with the episode shedding light on the special significance of his name in Inger’s native country. The cast includes Johnny Stephens as the five-year-old Adam Cartwright, Gene Evans as Lucas, Kevin Hagen as Simon, Dee Carroll as Rachel, Ken Lynch as Welks, John Frederick as Payne, Kathleen O’Malley as Mrs. Payne, and William Fawcett as Tulliver. “Journey Remembered” was written by Anthony Lawrence and originally aired on November 10, 1963.

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Main Cast

Apart from the main cast, “Journey Remembered,” the eighth episode of Bonanza Season 5 presents a diverse array of recurring and guest-supporting actors. The cast includes:

  • Lorne Greene as Ben Cartwright
  • Pernell Roberts as Adam Cartwright (credit only)
  • Dan Blocker as Eric ‘Hoss’ Cartwright
  • Michael Landon as Joseph ‘Little Joe’ Cartwright (credit only)
  • Inga Swenson as Inger Borgstrom Cartwright
  • Gene Evans as Lucas Rockwell
  • Kevin Hagen as Simon
  • Dee Carroll as Rachel Simon
  • John Frederick as Joe Payne
  • Kathleen O’Malley as Mrs. Payne
  • Johnny Stephens as Young Adam
  • Ken Lynch as Wagonmaster Wilkes
  • William Fawcett as Tulliver
  • Jack Big Head as Indian Brave (as Jack Bighead)
  • Bill Clark as Wagon Train Member (uncredited)
  • Betty Endicott as Brunette Wagon Train Woman (uncredited)
  • Martha Manor as Blonde Wagon Train Woman (uncredited)

Full Story Line for Journey Remembered

In the barn, Hoss tends to a mare on the brink of giving birth, while Ben, anxious about being behind schedule for a cattle run, urges haste. Hoss requests medicine from across the barn, prompting Ben to notice a journal protruding from a nearby chest, which he retrieves and begins to read. He explains to Hoss that it’s a journal from his journey West with his mother, Inger, reflecting on her resemblance to Hoss.

Meanwhile, Inger attends to a horse expecting a foal, and Ben, concerned about delays, urges her to expedite the process. Inger, however, prioritizes the well-being of the horse, arguing that Mr. Simons should take responsibility for his own animal. She reminds Ben of his entrusted care of Adam and insists that he fetch Simons as the foal’s arrival is imminent.

After the foal is born, Inger is prepared to proceed, but Adam informs Ben that wagon master Wilkes is unwell. Ben discovers a hidden bottle of alcohol under Wilkes’ hat, indicating his inebriated state, and decides to address the matter once he’s sober.
Later, Ben sits beneath a tree, jotting in his journal, speculating that it may stem from his days as a sailor. Simons approaches to inform Ben of Wilkes’ recovery. Ben confronts Wilkes, emphasizing the urgency of reaching Ash Hollow to meet the main wagon train, warning of repercussions if they miss it. Despite Wilkes’ assurances motivated by financial necessity, Ben remains skeptical.

During the wagon journey, Ben rides alongside their wagon as Inger hums a tune. When she winces in pain, Ben expresses concern, but she dismisses it as a stomach upset. As they halt for the night, Ben worries that Inger is overexerting herself, especially with her efforts to aid Mrs. Payne’s sick son. Inger insists on helping Adam’s friend, prompting Ben to ponder if their destination will truly offer a better life. She reassures him, envisioning a future of toil and prosperity together.

After tucking Adam into bed, Ben confronts Wilkes, who sneaks away for a drink but is interrupted by Rockwell, a familiar acquaintance. Rockwell demands money owed by Wilkes, who explains his past gambling. Ben intervenes, and tensions escalate as Rockwell demands immediate payment, leading to a fatal confrontation where Rockwell shoots Wilkes.

The gunshot alerts the camp, and Ben clarifies the circumstances to the gathering crowd, assuring them of Rockwell’s self-defense claim. With Wilkes gone, the group needs more certainty about their route. Ben reveals Wilkes’s debt to Rockwell, who agrees to guide them to Ash Hollow in exchange for payment upon arrival.

As they venture into Indian territory, Ben hopes to avoid conflict by maintaining their course. However, Rockwell’s relentless pace takes its toll, leading Ben to insist on a slower journey for the weary women. Despite tensions between Ben and Rockwell, they press on, with Inger visibly struggling as she attempts to navigate difficult terrain, prompting Ben to lend his support.

Two weeks after Wilkes’s death, tragedy strikes again when Joe Payne’s son passes away in the morning. They bury the boy en route to Ash Hollow, covering his grave with gunpowder to deter wolves and Indians.

Further along the trail, they face a daunting slope, and the wagon becomes stuck. Rockwell insists on lightening the load, prompting everyone to disembark. Inger defies Ben’s orders to stay back, determined to help. Despite Ben’s warnings, Inger attempts to push the wagon from behind, causing it to roll backward and tumble down the slope. Ben rushes to her side.

Inger reveals to Ben that she had hoped to share the news of her pregnancy privately to bring them closer together. Ben expresses surprise but assures her of his support. Inger shares her optimism despite the pain, recalling her mother’s resilience in childbirth. Despite Ben’s insistence on seeking medical help, Inger remains resolute.

Concerned about the approaching winter, the others urge Ben to press on. Inger reassures them and feels the baby move, offering hope and determination to continue their journey.
As night falls, an Indian observes their camp while Ben contemplates names for the baby. Inger engages Rockwell, offering him food and inquiring about his family, but he rebuffs her, irritated by her intrusion into his personal life.

During the night, Indians infiltrate the camp, rendering the watchman unconscious and stealing the horses. Rockwell resolves to retrieve his belongings, and Ben insists on accompanying him to ensure his safe return. As they track the thieves, Ben suggests turning back due to the distance covered, but Rockwell remains resolute. They locate the Indians, leading to a violent altercation where Rockwell kills one of them. Ben intervenes, condemning Rockwell’s actions and prompting a heated exchange about revenge and morality.

Returning to camp with the recovered items, Ben receives joyful news: Inger has given birth to a healthy baby boy. Overwhelmed with emotion, Ben enters the wagon to find Inger, Adam, and the newborn. Inger expresses her desire to name the baby Eric, after her father, but Adam suggests the name Hoss, recalling a mountain country tradition. Ben decides to give the baby both names.
Their arrival at Ash Hollow is met with disappointment when they discover they’ve missed the Ryan company’s departure. Tensions rise as blame is cast, but Rockwell redirects their attention to the imminent threat of attacking Indians. As the battle ensues, Inger bravely defends the group but is tragically struck by an arrow. With her dying breaths, Inger expresses her love for Ben and entrusts him with the care of their son, leaving Ben shattered but resolved to carry on.

Rockwell shares with Ben a childhood memory of his father giving him a seedling tree to plant. When it failed to grow, Rockwell, in frustration, destroyed it without realizing his own lack of nurturing caused its demise. Reflecting on this, Rockwell advises Ben to give the Indians what they seek: the man responsible for their loss. Ben, cradling Inger, is perplexed, prompting Rockwell to clarify that the Indians want retribution for the death of one of their own. He urges Ben to honor Inger’s wishes and protect their sons before departing to face the approaching Indians.

In grief, Ben kneels beside Inger’s grave, with Adam by his side. Through tears, he bids farewell to his beloved wife, murmuring, “Inger, my love.”

Later, Ben concludes his journal entry with Hoss by his side. As they witness the birth of a foal, Ben remarks that Inger would have been proud of their son. With a sense of closure, he closes the journal, honoring Inger’s memory.

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Full Script and Dialogue of Journey Remembered


How's it gonna be?

Well, it can't be too
much longer now, Pa.

I wish you had ask Doc
Samuels over like I asked you to.

Pa, I can do anything
Doc Samuels can do.

That isn't the point.

Adam and Joe are waiting for us to take
over those cattle they've been driving in.

We're late already.

Well, they can
wait. This mare can't.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy.

Hand me that medicine
over there, quick.


That special medicine I cooked up, it's
on the shelf there. Get it for me, quick.

- Pa?
- Oh.

What you got?

Oh, an old journal
that I was keeping

when your mother and I were
coming across the country, heh.

Matter of fact, with that mare,
you remind me a great deal of her.


- She liked animals a lot, didn't she?
- Yeah, she sure did.

I remember she kept some
people waiting once too.

A whole wagon
train full of people,

while she helped the cutest
little foal into this world.

Her eyes are lit up
like a captain's lamp,

as they have been ever
since she started to help

Mr. Simon's mare have her foal.

It seemed to be a sign for her,

an indication of a new life
and happiness that awaits us.


- Inger, how long do you think...?
- Ben, shh, shh.

Well, hurry it up, will
you? Everything's ready.

- Everybody's all set and waiting.
- I can't go now, Ben, not yet.

I have to know
that she is all right.

Look, that mare may not foal for
hours. Now, let Simon look after her.

- He'll catch up with us.
- It will be any minute, Ben.

I can't leave her now.
Not now. It is her first.

She's frightened and nervous.

Well, look, Inger, she's not your
mare. Let Simon look after. She...


Adam is not my son, but
you have entrusted him to me.

Just the way Mr. Simon has
entrusted his prize mare to me.

Ben, call Mr. Simon. Quick.

- What?
- Hurry, Ben!

Hey, Simon!

- Simon, your mare is ready!
- Simon! Simon, it's the mare.

Oh, Ben, heh,
isn't he beautiful?

Oh, Ben.

I'm ready to go now, Ben.
I'm sorry about the delay.

I wouldn't have
had it any other way.

Come on, Simon, put some diapers
on that boy and we'll get rolling.

Pa! Pa!

- Pa!
- What is it, Adam?

Mr. Wilkes, the wagon
master. I think he's dead.

Drunk. Dead drunk again.

That means more delays.

That man leads this train
like we was on a picnic.

At the time, Mr. Payne,
we were lucky to get him.

There was no one else available.

Well, we all agreed we wanted
to make California this year.

I'll talk to him again
as soon as he's sober.

Heh, Ben, always
writing in your journal.

Heh, I guess I had
too many years at sea.

Anyway, a log is
important, Inger.

- Oh, I know.
- Ha, ha.

My father started one just
like that before we left Sweden.

Oh, those were happy times.

I treasured it for years because
it was so much a part of him.

All I ever seem to get
into this log is trouble, heh.

We walk by faith,
not by sight, Ben.

Of course. But those
people put their faith in me.

I talked them into selling their
homes, everything they owned.

I sure didn't expect
this much trouble.

These are strong people, Ben.
They can stand a little disappointment.

I didn't promise
them disappointment.

And I sure didn't promise
you this much hardship.

Your dream is
worth any hardship.

My dream.

Yeah, that's exactly what
it is. A big, stupid dream.

We are making progress,
Ben, no matter how slowly.

Inger, don't you understand?

If we don't make better
time than we're doing...

We just shouldn't have
started out this year, that's all.

We should have been better
prepared, better equipped.



I poured a gallon of coffee
into Wilkes. He's on his feet.


We better get ready.

Well, what do you have to
say for yourself this time?

- My head hurts.
- Your head hurts?


Wilkes, do you know how many
days your drinking has cost us?

With your late starts
and early stops?

My head hurt from
the night before.

I figured a few nips would help
out, but they caught up with me.

Well, let me tell you
something, mister.

Our bargain was that you
were to take us to Ash Hollow

in time to join that
main wagon train.

If we miss it

you'll not get a penny.
Not a single penny.

Stop your fretting. You
got nothing to worry about.

I need that money bad.

I'll see that you get
to Ash Hollow in time.

Now, let's get out of here.

What do you think will win out,
Ben, the whiskey or the money?

I wish I knew. Well, let's roll.
Come on, everybody, let's get going.

We have no time to waste now.

August 19th.

We're moving at a faster pace.

Wilkes has kept his
word and remained sober.

Maybe our troubles are over.

- Inger, are you all right?
- Oh, heh, yeah.

My stomach is just churning
a little butter, that's all.

- Yeah, it's kind of rough.
- Yeah, heh.

I'll go back a bit.

- He's a tired boy, Ben.
- Yeah.

Inger, you could do
with some rest yourself.

It's a hard trip we're making and
I'm worried about you doing so much.

- Oh, I don't do so much.
- Yes, you do.

Everybody has to do his share.

Oh, you're doing
more than your share

by helping Mrs. Payne
with that boy of hers.

It's a wonder you haven't come
down with the fever yourself.

Well, heh, he's Adam's friend

and he seems to like the
Swedish songs I sing to him.

- Well, just the same.
- Maybe it's like bread.

People always think the
bread of another country

tastes better than their own.


- What's wrong, Ben?
- Oh, I don't know.

Just wondering.

Wondering whether where we're
going is so much better than what we had.

Of course it is.

You will plough and plant and build.
You will have a house and a garden.

We will have a house and a
garden. You and Adam and I.

We will have a house with windows
on the east and windows on the west.

Some for the sunrise
and some for the sunset.

You make the
impossible seem possible.

And it is possible.

You'll see.

Now, we must put Adam to bed
and get some sleep ourselves.

Yeah, well, I'll
help you with Adam.

Then I wanna see
Wilkes for a minute.

- More trouble with him?
- No, no, no.

I want to check up on him, make
sure that we get an early start.

That's my whiskey, Wilkes!

At least it was my
money bought it.

Rockwell. I knew it was
you was following me.

That's right. Ever since I
heard you was guiding this train.

I waited, Rockwell. I swear it.

I waited as long as I could.

But I had to lead this
wagon train or lose the job.

You're a liar, but it
don't make no difference.

- Just give me my money.
- I...

The money, Wilkes!

I waited so long.

There was nothing
to do but play cards.

I lost.

You lost my money?

I'll pay you back, I swear it.

That's why I took to piloting
this wagon train, to pay you back.

You dirty, filthy liar.

Let him be.

Do as I say. Drop him. Drop him!

What's this all
about? Who are you?

This, uh...

This partner of mine stole a
whole lot of money from me.

I'm just trying to squeeze
the worth of it out of his hide.

I told him I'd pay him back.

Tell him I got money
coming. Tell him.

You the leader of this train?


You owe this thief money?

Yeah, I owe him money, but he
gets it when we get to Ash Hollow.

Well, you can just turn it
all over to me right now.

We'll see if there's enough
to cover what he owes me.

Nobody gets anything
till we make Ash Hollow.

Now, let him go.

I'll pay you back, Rockwell.

Every cent of it. As soon
as we get to Ash Hollow.

I'll get my horses.

And I'll be following along just
to make sure that I get my money.


I don't know, we
just heard the shot.

You didn't kill him.


- He did.
- In self-defense.

That's right. In self-defense.

- I was here.
- What are we gonna do now?

Wilkes was the only
man who knew the way.

Who is that man, Ben?

Wilkes owed him money.

But what are we gonna do?

I'll camp here for the night
providing you have no objections.

All right, go ahead.

I knew this train was jinxed.

- My boy's sick, and now Wilkes...
- We'll talk about it in the morning.

Help me with him, will you?

Payne. Help me with him.

There you are, Adam, you
take it over there now and eat.

- Coffee still hot, Inger?
- Yeah, and it's good too. Here.

Thank you.

Men and their talk.

And they fault
us for chattering.

Well, they were brief enough
with Wilkes' funeral this morning.

Poor man. God rest his soul.

Oh, Inger, you're too soft.
Wilkes got what he deserved.

I wager you haven't told
your man you're with child yet.

Well, he has so much on
his mind, I hate to worry him.

You indulge that man too much.

And why shouldn't I
when I love him so much?

Well, you're all in agreement
I should ask him then, huh?

I'd better talk to him
before he rides out.


I've been delegated
to talk to you.

What about?

You said you were a partner
of Wilkes. Isn't that right?

- I did.
- Are you a guide too?

- Do you know this country?
- Like the back of my hand.

- Where you headed?
- The gold fields. West.

Good, that's where we're headed.
We'll pay you well to lead us there.

I'm in a hurry. I don't need your
money. Just what Wilkes owed me.

You really think it's the promised land
of milk and honey out there, don't you?

Look, all we want is help
to get us where we're going.

You ain't fit for
where you're going.

Now, you listening
to me, mister.

We planned this
trip for a long time.

We sold everything we owned
and we put our trust in God,

and all we want is for you to
make us more fit than what we are.

Besides, nobody gets any money.

Wilkes' or anybody else's,
until we reach Ash Hollow.

All right. If that's the only way
I'm gonna get the money owed me.

That's the only way.

But I don't aim to
face any winter snows.

You follow my pace
or I leave you behind.

The first week, with
Rockwell guiding us,

we struggled through hills

browned by a sun that
also drains strength from us.

But it points the way
west to the new land.

We're entering Indian country.

The women are a little alarmed,

but I don't believe we'll have any
trouble if we don't get in their way.


Ho, come on, roll
them! Keep it moving.

- We're never gonna get there.
- Hey, Rockwell, take it easy.

We've already
made 15 miles today.

We'll make another
five before sundown.

We better slow down.
The women can't take it.

Ah, then send them
back where they belong.

I'm ordering you to slow down.

You ain't on the quarterdeck
of a clipper ship now, captain.

The same rule applies,
mister. It's my responsibility.

You hired me on
my terms, captain.

All right, ho! Roll them
out there. Let's go.

I worry about Inger.

Rockwell is as
extreme in his urgency

as Wilkes was in
his procrastinations.


September 1st. Joe
Payne's boy died this morning.

We burned gunpowder over his
grave and trailed the stock across

so the wolves or the Indians
aren't likely to find his body.

Hyah, hyah!

Watch that wheel. Get down.

Get out, lighten the load.


You go back with the others.

- Go on, get back there.
- I want to help you.

Do as I tell you!



Get away from there, Inger!



- Inger.
- Unh.

- Oh, Ben.
- You don't talk.

Hurry up with the
blankets, some water.

- Oh.
- Inger.

I should have told
you before we left,

but I thought that we would
get there before it happened.

What? What?

Before the baby came.


Oh, Ben, I'm so sorry.

Help me get her into the wagon.

Oh, Ben, Ben, heh

I had hoped to whisper it to you
sometime when we were alone,

to draw us closer with
my wonderful news.

I should have guessed.
I should have guessed.

Well, my mother gave
birth to my brother, Gunnar,

in the fields after
a day's ploughing.

I was sure it would
be as effortless for me.

I should have made
things easier for you.

I thought there was no
hardship I could not endure

if only I could bring this precious
life into the new world for you.

Inger, what can I do for you?

Don't worry, Ben, heh. The
baby is not due for months yet.

I've gotta get you back
to where there's a doctor.

Oh, no, Ben, I won't let you.

Nothing is more
important than you.

I'll get Rachel.

Oh, Ben.

Help her, Rachel.

Martha, will you, uh,
take care of Adam?

How is she, Ben?

I don't know.

Is she able to travel?

- She's in pain.
- Winter's closing in on us, Ben.

We didn't come equipped
to face winter on the trail.

- We can face it if we have to.
- Not with me.

If you slow down any more,

you'll never reach Ash
Hollow before the first snows.

Now, you take your choice, get
caught by winter or move and move hard.


Ben, come here!

I'm all right now.

Now, Inger, don't you worry
yourself about anything.

No, listen to me. I
felt life inside me, Ben.

I know I will carry
the baby now.

Tell them we will go
on no matter what.

Oh, now, don't you worry,
Ben. She's a fine healthy girl.

She'll be all right.

Mr. Rockwell, we're
moving. Let's roll.

You're sure, now?

I seem to have lost
count of the days.

The weather grows cold,

but we're moving and
the people feel better,

even cheerful at times.

I gotta tell you,

my wife is much too good a
cook, and I'm eating too much.

Well, Ben, you're an expectant
father, you gotta keep up your strength.

You're absolutely right.

Have you picked the
name for the baby?

Mm-hm. We're either going to call
him after Inger's father or after mine.

Inger, Ben says you're going
to have a boy, is that right?

Well, anyway, if we call
him after Inger's father,

then the next boy we'll
call after my father, Joseph.

Oh, listen to the man, he's
got a name for his third son

and his second hasn't
even been born yet.

Well, you have to be
prepared with names.

You know, this is good, honey.


I brought you some food.


Whatever else they may be,
women are better cooks than men.


My food always tastes flat.

I've forgotten what
spices could do.

You had a wife who
cooked with spices?

And children too?

Look, Mrs. Cartwright,
stay out of my affairs.

Just stay out of them.

Thieving devils stripped me bare.
Sleeping on guard, you stupid...

Wait a minute.

- What you are up to?
- I'm gonna get my stock back.

That's everything I own.

How you gonna track them down?

They won't go far before getting
into that whiskey in my gear.

I never saw an Indian yet that didn't
pass out cold after a good liquoring up.

- I'm going with you.
- You stay here.

You'd be no help at all.

Whatever I don't
know, you'll teach me.

That'd take a hundred
years, captain. I go alone.

I'm going with you just to
make sure you come back.

All right, captain.
Let's get going.

- We'll be back soon.
- Ben.

You get my hat and gun.

We've gone far enough,
we'd better get back.

We're not going back
until we find them.

I don't see how we'll ever
find them in this wild country.

What's the matter, captain?

You finding the land of milk
and honey tougher than the sea?

No. Just different.

You bet it's different.

I'll learn to live with it.

You'll learn to live with it.

Wait till you plant your
roots in this stinking hell.

Wait till your crops rot,

you lose your cattle to blizzards
and your hogs die of the sickness.

Wait till you lose everything you got
to those stinking, murdering savages.

- Rockwell!
- Let go. They'll get away.

You talk about scum.

You're no better than they are.

That Indian didn't
have a chance.

I'd have killed the
whole stinking tribe.

You'd have done the same

if they'd murdered and
scalped your wife and kids.

That's right.

That's no excuse to
get down to their level.

I don't need your preaching.
You made me bring you out here.

How far do you think you'd
have gotten without me?

We needed what you
had to offer but not...

Not if it makes us animals.

You're no better
than I am, captain.

Don't give me your plan
for living. I don't need it.

What's keeping you, Rockwell?

- It can't just be the money.
- You bet it can't.

Why don't you just
pull up and leave?

Because I need to see you
lose everything just like I did.

Your wife, your children
and your stinking dreams.

You found them?

Ben, are you all right?

- Yeah.
- Ben, listen to me,

the baby, your baby, it's come.

- What?
- It's a boy, Ben, a fine, strong boy.

Look at the size of it, Pa.

Well, Adam, that's a
boy, it's not an "it." Heh.

Are you happy, Ben?

So happy.

Can I name him, Pa? Can I?

- Well, uh...
- I had always hoped

to call him Eric,
after my father.

But don't you remember? Uncle
Gunnar asked us to name him Hoss.

Oh, yes, I remember.
In the mountain country,

that is the name for
a big, friendly man.


I tell you what, Adam.

We'll give him both names
and see which one sticks.

Smoke signals.

I wish I knew more
about the Indian's ways.

They may not take the death of
the man Rockwell killed lightly.

Inger is still weak, but
we have to move on.

The baby is healthy,

seems to have inherited the strength
of this rugged country of his birth.

Adam does his share of duties.
He's getting to be quite a boy.

- You're doing real fine, Adam.
- Thanks, Pa.

- Warm enough?
- Hmm.

What were you writing this time?

Oh, about meeting the
Ryan company at Ash Hollow

and about Inger getting a
few days well-deserved rest.

Speaking of well-deserved
rest, let me hold him for a while.

This rocking makes him sleep.

What are you thinking?

Heh, my mind is a kind of journal,
full of weather and growing things.

Not many would want to read it.

Oh, I would, heh.

Someday, I too
will write a journal,

and I will put into it all the
things I learned from you.

How to tell our
way by the stars,

how to know the coming
weather by the smell of the wind.

Oh, heh.

Those things are like
nothing compared to the things

that you've taught me.

Of understanding and affection.


But, then, I knew you would, first time
I set eyes on you in your father's store.

You were something
from a childhood fancy.

So many times just
before I'd go to sleep

after a hard day's
work in the wheat fields,

a man so strong and
swift would come in,

pick me up in his arms as
lightly as if I was a sheaf of wheat.

It was you, Ben.


- There it is. Ash Hollow.
There it is. INGER: Look, Adam.

Hey, we made it! Ash Hollow!



Here we are. I made it! - Yahoo!

- Adam, did you see that?
- Well, I'm blessed to see you.

- Come on in!
- So good to see you.

We made it!

Here, hold the
baby. Hold the baby.

Come on, Inger,
heh. Come on, Adam.

My name's Ben Cartwright.
You must Tulliver.

I brought this company
from St. Joe, Missouri.

I expected you earlier.

Oh, it was a long, hard pull.

You got a lot of hard,
rough country around here.

We're lucky we got
here at all, Mr. Tulliver.

We thought the Ryan
company would be here.

What about the Ryan Company?
We were supposed to meet them.

They was here.

- What'd you say?
- I said, they was here.

What do you mean they was here?

Well, they waited
as long as they could.

There was no deadline.

They were supposed
to wait until we got here.

I know. But Ryan got
word from Fort Laramie

that they was in bad need of some
of the supplies he was carrying.

He just couldn't
wait any longer.

You did this to us.

- You filled us full of wild dreams.
- Oh, Joseph, don't.

You held us back.

We would have been here
if it hadn't been for your wife.

What're we gonna do
now with winter coming on?

- Payne, that's enough!
- Simon, no.

Might not have to
worry about winter now.

I ain't seen them around
here for a long time.

Are they from the same tribe as
those three that stole the horses?

Yeah. And they even dragged
along the body of the one I killed.

- The one you murdered.
- That's right.

If you hadn't stopped me
from killing the other two,

they'd have never
known the difference.

What are they up to now?

That's where they bury
their dead, up in the air,

so their spirits can fly free.

- In for a fight?
- We're in for a fight.

Inger, Rachel, everybody,
into the way station, quickly.

Simon, Payne, get the guns
and ammunition, hurry it up.

- I'm gonna talk to them.
- Won't do any good now, captain.

They're too fired up.

- Pa, I'm hungry.
- Yeah, we'll eat soon.

Get back from that window.

Go on over there
with your mother.

Come on over, Adam.

Down! Down on the floor!

Tulliver, get the other room!

They'll be back.



I wanted to be there with you
when you reached your new land.

You will be. You will be.

I'll kill them.

No, Ben, the baby and Adam.

Oh, Ben.

It's so cool.

I can see the snow
on the mountains.

I can see...

Oh, Ben, hold me, keep me warm.

I love you.

She's right, captain.
You gotta go on.

A man learns, captain.

When I was a boy,

my pa gave me a seedling
tree to plant for my own.

And when it...

When it didn't grow, I stomped
it and tore it out of the ground.

And... And all the
time I couldn't see

that the reason it died is
because I didn't water it.


guess it's time to give
them what they want.


You don't know Indians.
They don't want any of you.

They want the man
who killed that brave.

You do like your wife said.

Take care of those boys.



My love.

"We're going on now.

I feel determined to
do as Inger wanted,

to do what I know in
my heart must be done.

To make this journey
worth it after all."

Hey, Pa. Look at that.

She done it all by herself.
Ain't that something?

Your mother'd be mighty
proud of you, Hoss.

Mighty proud.

Behind the Scenes of Journey Remembered

Inga Swenson portrayed Inger Cartwright, the nurturing mother of Hoss, in Bonanza.

Eric’s uncle requested that his sister name her baby “Hoss,” as it had been his nickname.

This narrative continues Ben’s journey with his second wife, Inger, which began in Season 3, Episode 29, “Inger My Love.” Inger remains devoted to raising her stepson, Adam, as her own.

The pregnant mare tended by Hoss is the same horse Inger cares for during Ben’s recollections and the one she tends to when the foal is born.

Looking for More Bonanza Episodes?

Bonanza is a fantastic, clean show to watch by yourself or with family. Journey Remembered is the 142 episode out of 430. Bonanza was produced by NBC and ran on their network from September 1959 to January 1973. The whole series lasted 14 seasons.

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