TO KNOW AND YET TO DAR IN THE OLD WEST OTHER BOOKS BY HORACE KEPHART OUR SOUTHERN HIGHLANDERS Illustrated, $2.50 net THE BOOK OF CAMPING AND WOODCRAFT Illustrated, Cloth $1.50 net. Leather $2.00 net SPORTING FIRE ARMS 70 cents net CAMP COOKERY 70 cents net OUTING ADVENTURE LIBRARY IN THE OLD WEST BY GEORGE FREDERICK RUXTON As It Was in the Days of Kit Carson and the "Mountain Men" EDITED BY HORACE KEPHART NUMBER 1 NEW YORK OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY MCMXVI Copyright 1915 by OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY All rights reserved. Ubrary INTRODUCTION When we bought the Louisiana Territory from Napoleon, in 1803, it was not from any pressing need of land, for we still had millions of fertile acres east of the Mississippi. The purchase was made to forestall complications with foreign pow- ers, either with the arch-conqueror himself, whose ambition was supposed to be the mastery of the whole world, or with Great Britain, to which the western country was sure to fall in case France should be defeated. Possession of Louisiana was essential to our free navigation of the Mississippi. The vast domain thus added to our boundaries was terra mcognita. Aside from its strategic importance no one knew what it was good for. So Lewis and Clark were sent out from the fron- tier post of St. Louis to find a route to the Pacific and to report on what the new country was like. The only commercial asset that these explorers found which was immediately available was an abundance of fur-bearing animals. Fur may be called the gold of that period, and the news that there was plenty of it in the Rocky Mountains lured many an intrepid spirit of the border. Companies of traders proceeded at once up the Missouri to barter for peltries with the Indians. 5 6 INTRODUCTION They established posts and arranged rendezvous in remote fastnesses of the mountains where they carried on a perilous but very profitable traffic. At the same time there went into the Far West many independent adventurers to hunt and trap on their own account. In the motley ranks of these soldiers of fortune the boldest and most romantic characters were the free trappers — those who went, as they ex- pressed it, " on their own hook." The em- ployees of the fur companies were under strict discipline that checked personal initiative. They were of the class who work for hire and see no compensation for an arduous life save the wages earned from their taskmasters. But the free trap- pers were accountable to nobody. Each of them fought his own fight and won the full fruit of his endeavors. Going alone, or in small bands who acknowledged no captain and would split up whenever the humor moved them, everyone a law unto himself and relying upon his own strong arm, they were men picked by nature for great enter- prises and great deeds. It was not love of gain for its own sake that drew the free trappers into the wilderness. To them a pack of beaver skins was a mere gambler's stake, to be squandered riotously after the fash- ion of Jack ashore. What did compel them to a life of endless wandering and extreme hazard was the sheer lust of adventure, and a passion for that INTRODUCTION 7 absolute, irresponsible freedom that can be en- joyed only in a state of nature. Never in our history have there been pioneers who took greater risks than they, or endured harsher vicissitudes, or severed themselves so completely from the civil- ization in which they were born. Nowhere, and at no time, have men of our race been thrown more upon their individual resources in unknown regions, and through periods of great peril, nor have there ever been characters more fitly devel- oped to stand such strain. Cut off from the repressing and refining in- fluences of civilization, forever warring with this Indian tribe and cohabiting with that, it was in- evitable that most of these men should revert toward the status of white barbarians. And yet it would be a grave error, an injustice, to rate them with mere renegades and desperadoes. The trapper, whatever his faults, was stil] every inch a man. Bravest of the brave, yet cool and saga- cious in the strategy of border war, capable in any emergency, faithful to his own code of honor, gen- erous without limit to everyone but his foes, loyal to the death, frankly contemptuous of luxury and caste and affectation, imperial in his self-respect but granting equal rights to others, there was something heroic in this fierce and uncouth figure who dominated for a time the vast plains and mountains of the wild West. And it should not be forgotten that the early traders and trappers 8 INTRODUCTION performed an indispensable service to their coun- try that no other men of their time were able, or at least willing, to do : they were the explorers, the trail-makers, for western civilization. General Chittenden, our first authority on the history of the fur trade, says of the mountain men : " It was the roving trader and the solitary trapper who first sought out these inhospitable wilds, traced the streams to their sources, scaled the mountain passes, and explored a boundless expanse of territory where the foot of the white man had never trodden before. The Far West be- came a field of romantic adventure, and developed a class of men who loved the wandering career of the native inhabitant rather than the toilsome lot of the industrious colonist. The type of life thus developed, though essentially evanescent, and not representing any profound national movement, was a distinct and necessary phase in the growth of this new country. Abounding in incidents pic- turesque and heroic, its annals inspire an interest akin to that which belongs to the age of knight- errantry. For the free hunter of the Far West was, in his rough way, a good deal of a knight- errant. Caparisoned in the wild attire of the In- dian, and armed cap-a-pie for instant combat, he roamed far and wide over deserts and mountains, gathering the scattered wealth of those regions, slaying ferocious beasts and savage men, and lead- ing a life in which every footstep was beset with INTRODUCTION 9 enemies and every moment pregnant of peril. The great proportion of these intrepid spirits who laid down their lives in that far country is impressive proof of the jeopardy of their existence. All in all, the period of this adventurous business may justly be considered the romantic era of the his- tory of the West. . . . " It was the trader and trapper who first ex- plored and established the routes of travel which are now, and always will be, the avenues of com- merce in that region. They were the ' pathfind- ers ' of the West, and not those later official ex- plorers whom posterity so recognizes. No fea- ture of western geography was ever discovered by Government explorers after 1840. Every- thing was already known, and had been for fully a decade. It is true that many features, like the Yellowstone wonderland, with which these rest- less rovers were familiar, were afterward forgot- ten and were re-discovered in later years ; but there has never been a time until very recently when the geography of the West was so thoroughly understood as it was by the trader and trapper from 1830 to 1840. " This minute knowledge was of practical use in many ways. When Brigham Young selected the valley of Great Salt Lake as the future home of his people, he did so largely upon information derived from the traders. When the War with Mexico came, the military forces of the United 10 INTRODUCTION States invaded New Mexico under the guidance of men who knew every trail and mountain pass better than the most thorough reconnaissance could have taught them. When the national troops appeared before the gates of Santa Fe they were met by a people who had already been virtually won to the American cause through long intercourse with the traders. When the rush of emigration to California and Oregon followed, the emigrants found a highway across the continent already established. When the Government en- tered in earnest upon the work of exploration, it was the veteran mountaineer who was always sought to do service as guide." It is most unfortunate that there exists in American literature no intimate and vivid account of the western hunters and trappers by one who had shared their camps and accompanied them on trail and warpath. We have many stories of their exploits, written in narrative form, with scarce any dialogue or characterization. The men themselves figure in such stories as little more than lay figures in a historical museum. It is one thing to describe events ; it is another thing to make the actors in those events live and speak in the reader's presence. Generally the contem- porary annals of the fur trade are as dry as a ship's log-book. The participants in those stir- ring scenes could not write, and the men of their time who could write lacked the experience. INTRODUCTION 11 What American authors failed to do was ac- complished by a young English sportsman and explorer who lived among the trappers as one of themselves and acquired their point of view. Al- though not a professional writer, he was blest with a knack of putting his experiences, and those of his companions, so clearly before his readers that one can visualize both men and deeds without conscious effort. This man was George Freder- ick Ruxton, formerly a lieutenant in her Maj- esty's 89th Regiment. In Blackwood's Magazine of 1848 there ap- peared a serial by Ruxton entitled " Life in the Far West." This story excited so much inter- est that it was reprinted in book form, and went through two editions. These are out of print, and so the work is practically unknown to our reading public. " Life in the Far West " * is written in the form of a thinly veiled romance; but the actors were real, the incidents were real, and they were strung together in a connected plot simply because that was the most effective way to show character in action. The story is not history, of course, but neither is it fable. Nearly every page gives con- vincing evidence of the author's intimate personal knowledge of the scenes and characters portrayed. He had scoured the continent from Canada to * Here published as " In the Old West." 1£ INTRODUCTION Mexico, from the Mississippi to the Pacific coast. He had associated with many redoubtable charac- ters of the old West — with men like Kit Carson, Bill Williams, the Bents, the Sublettes, Joe Meek, St. Vrain, Fitzpatrick, Killbuck, and La Bonte. He was equally at home among Americans, Cana- dians, Creoles, Mexicans, Spanish Californians, and Indians. Each of these picturesque types he has shown to the life. No narrative or formal his- tory of that time has described the pioneers of the Far West with such actual truth and fidelity. The wildness of the adventures related by Ruxton led many readers to suspect that they were mere romance. The author replied, in a letter to his publishers : — " I think it would be well to correct a misap- prehension as to the truth or fiction of the paper. It is no -fiction. There is no incident in it which has not actually occurred, nor one character who is not well known in the Rocky Mountains, with the exception of two whose names are changed." Fully half of the names of Americans mentioned in his book can be identified today with the men who bore them. Again he wrote: — " I have brought out a few more softening traits in the characters of the mountaineers — but not at the sacrifice of truth — for some of them have their good points ; which, as they are rarely allowed to rise to the surface, must be laid hold of at once before they sink again. Killbuck — that * old INTRODUCTION 13 hoss ' par exemple, was really pretty much of a gentleman, as was La Bonte. Bill Williams, another ' hard case,' and Rube Herring, were 6 some ' too. 66 The scene where La Bonte joins the Chase family is so far true, that he did make a sudden appearance j but, in reality, a day before the In- dian attack. The Chases (and I wish I had not given the proper name*) did start for the Platte alone, and were stampeded upon the waters of the Platte. " The Mexican fandango is true to the letter. It does seem difficult to understand how they con- trived to keep their knives out of the hump-ribs of the mountaineers ; but how can you account for the fact, that, the other day, 4000 Mexicans, with 13 pieces of artillery, behind strong intrenchments and two lines of parapets, were routed by 900 raw Missourians; 300 killed, as many more wounded, all their artillery captured, as well as several hundred prisoners ; and that not one American was killed in the affair? This is positive fact. " I myself, with three trappers, cleared a fan- dango at Taos, armed only with bowie-knives — * In accordance with this suggestion, the name was changed to Brand. The mountaineers, it seems, are more sensitive to type than to tomahawks; and poor Ruxton, who always contemplated another expedition among them, would sometimes jestingly speculate upon his reception, should they learn that he had shown them up in print. 14 INTRODUCTION I some score Mexicans, at least, being in the room. " With regard to the incidents of Indian at- tacks, starvation, cannibalism, &c., I have in- vented not one out of my own head. They are all matters of history in the mountains; but I have no doubt jumbled the dramatis persona one with another, and may have committed anachronisms." Scholars may detect some inaccuracies here and there, such as scarcely could be avoided by one who wrote, as we may say, in the saddle ; but these detract nothing from the essential verity of the book. Ruxton's purpose was not to write a chron- icle, but to exhibit vividly the mountain men and the natives in relation to their environment. If he wrought disconnected incidents into a continu- ous story, and staged men together who may have been a thousand miles apart at the time, it was only because, to this extent, " fiction is the most convincing way of telling the truth." As the author of this book was himself a true knight of the wilderness whose brief life was filled with thrilling adventures, we append the follow- ing memoir by one of his friends : — " The London newspapers of October, 1848, contained the mournful tidings of the death, at St. Louis on the Mississippi, and at the early age of twenty-eight, of Lieutenant George Frederick Ruxton, formerly of her Majesty's 89th Regi- ment, the author of the following1 sketches: " Many men, even in the most enterprising INTRODUCTION 15 periods of our history, have been made the sub- jects of elaborate biography with far less title to the honor than this lamented young officer. Time was not granted him to embody in a permanent shape a tithe of his personal experiences and strange adventures in three quarters of the globe. Considering, indeed, the amount of physical labor he underwent, and the extent of the fields over which his wanderings spread, it is almost sur- prising he found leisure to write so much. "At the early age of seventeen, Mr. Ruxton quitted Sandhurst, to learn the practical part of a soldier's profession in the civil wars of Spain. He obtained a commission in a squadron of lan- cers then attached to the division of General Diego Leon, and was actively engaged in several of the most important combats of the campaign. For his marked gallantry on these occasions he re- ceived from Queen Isabella II. the cross of the first class of the Order of St. Fernando, an honor which has seldom been awarded to one so young. " On his return from Spain he found himself gazetted to a commission in the 89th Regiment; and it was whilst serving with that distinguished corps in Canada that he first became acquainted with the stirring scenes of Indian life, which he has since so graphically portrayed. His eager and enthusiastic spirit soon became wearied with the monotony of the barrack-room ; and, yielding to that impulse which in him was irresistibly de- 16 INTRODUCTION veloped, he resigned his commission, and directed his steps towards the stupendous wilds tenanted only by the Red Indian, or by the solitary Ameri- can trapper. " Those familiar with Mr. Ruxtcn's writings cannot fail to have remarked the singular delight with which he dwells upon the recollections of this portion of his career, and the longing which he car- ried with him, to the hour of his death, for a re- turn to those scenes of primitive freedom. ' Al- though liable to an accusation of barbarism,' he writes, ' I must confess that the very happiest mo- ments of my life have been spent in the wilderness of the Far West ; and I never recall but with pleas- ure the remembrance of my solitary camp in the Bayou Salade, with no friend near me more faith- ful than my rifle, and no companions more sociable than my good horse and mules, or the attendant cayute which nightly serenaded us. With a plenti- ful supply of dry pine-logs on the fire, and its cheerful blaze streaming far up into the sky, illuminating the valley far and near, and exhibit- ing the animals, with well-filled bellies, standing contentedly at rest over their picket-fire, I would sit cross-legged, enjoying the genial warmth, and, pipe in mouth, watch the blue smoke as it curled upwards, building castles in its vapory wreaths, and, in the fantastic shapes it assumed, peopling the solitude with figures of those far away. Scarcely, however, did I ever wish to change such INTRODUCTION 17 hours of freedom for all the luxuries of civilized life; and unnatural and extraordinary as it may appear, yet such is the fascination of the life of the mountain hunter, that I believe not one in- stance could be adduced of even the most polished and civilized of men, who had once tasted the sweets of its attendant liberty, and freedom from every worldly care, not regretting the moment when he exchanged it for the monotonous life of the settlements, nor sighing and sighing again once more to partake of its pleasures and allure- ments.' " On his return to Europe from the Far West, Mr. Ruxton, animated with a spirit as enterpris- ing and fearless as that of Raleigh, planned a scheme for the exploration of Central Africa, which was thus characterized by the President of the Royal Geographical Society, in his anniversary address for 1845 : * To my great surprise, I re- cently conversed with an ardent and accomplished youth, Lieutenant Ruxton, late of the 89th Regi- ment, who had formed the daring project of traversing Africa in the parallel of the southern tropic, and has actually started for this purpose. Preparing himself by previous excursions on foot in North Africa and Algeria, he sailed from Liver- pool early in December last, in the Royalist, for Ichaboe. From that spot he was to repair to Walvish Bay, where we have already mercantile establishments. The intrepid traveler had re- 18 INTRODUCTION ceived from the agents of these establishments such favorable accounts of the nations towards the in- terior, as also of the nature of the climate, that he has the most sanguine hopes of being able to penetrate to the central region, if not of travers- ing it to the Portuguese colonies of Mozambique. If this be accomplished, then indeed will Lieuten- ant Ruxton have acquired for himself a permanent name among British travelers, by making us ac- quainted with the nature of the axis of the great continent of which we possess the southern ex- tremity.' " In pursuance of this hazardous scheme, Rux- ton, with a single companion, landed on the coast of Africa, a little to the south of Ichaboe, and commenced his journey of exploration. But it seemed as if both nature and man had combined to baffle the execution of his design. The course of their travel lay along a desert of moving sand, where no water was to be found, and little herbage, save a coarse tufted grass and twigs of the resinous myrrh. The immediate place of their destination was Angra Peguena, on the coast, described as a frequented station, but which in reality was de- serted. One ship only was in the offing when the travelers arrived, and to their inexpressible morti- fication they discovered that she was outward bound. No trace was visible of the river or streams laid down in the maps as falling into the sea at this point, and no resource was left to the INTRODUCTION 19 travelers save that of retracing their steps — a labor for which their strength was hardly ade- quate. But for the opportune assistance of a body of natives, who encountered them at the very moment when they were sinking from fatigue and thirst, Ruxton and his companion would have been added to the long catalogue of those whose lives have been sacrificed in the attempt to explore the interior of that fatal country. " The jealousy of the traders, and of the mis- sionaries settled on the African coast, who con- stantly withheld or perverted that information which was absolutely necessary for the successful prosecution of the journey, induced Ruxton to abandon the attempt for the present. He made, however, several interesting excursions towards the interior, and more especially in the country of the Bosjesmans. " Finding his own resources inadequate for the accomplishment of his favorite project, Mr. Rux- ton, on his return to England, made application for Government assistance. But though this de- mand was not altogether refused, it having been referred to the Council of the Royal Geographical Society, and favorably reported upon by that body, so many delays interposed that Ruxton, in disgust, resolved to withdraw from the scheme, and to abandon the field of African research which he had already contemplated from its borders. " He next bent his steps to Mexico ; and, for- 20 INTRODUCTION tunately, has presented to the world his reminis- cences of that country, in one of the most fas- cinating volumes which of late years has issued from the press. " It would however appear that the African scheme, the darling project of his life, had again recurred to him at a later period ; for in the course of the present spring, before setting out on that journey which was destined to be his last, the fol- lowing expressions occur in one of his letters: — " 4 My movements are uncertain, for I am try- ing to get up a yacht voyage to Borneo and the Indian Archipelago; have volunteered to Govern- ment to explore Central Africa; and the Abori- genes Protection Society wish me to go out to Canada to organize the Indian tribes ; whilst, for my own part and inclination, I wish to go to all parts of the world at once.' " His last letter, written just before his depar- ture from England, a few weeks previous to his death, will hardly be read by anyone who ever knew the writer without a tear of sympathy for the sad fate of this fine young man, dying miser- ably in a strange land, before he had well com- menced the hazardous journey whose excitement and dangers he so joyously anticipated: — " * As you say, human nature can't go on feed- ing on civilized fixings in this big village ; and this child has felt like going west for many a month, being " half froze for buffler-meat and mountain INTRODUCTION fcl doin's." My route takes me via New York, the Lakes, and St. Louis, to Fort Leavenworth or In- dependence, on the Indian frontier. Thence, pack- ing my " possibles " on a mule, and mounting a buffalo horse (Panchito, if he is alive), I strike the Santa Fe trail to the Arkansa, away up that river to the mountains, winter in the Bayou Salade, where Killbuck and La Bonte joined the Yutes, cross the mountains next spring to Great Salt Lake — and that's far enough to look forward to — always supposing my hair is not lifted by Comanche or Pawnee on the scalping route of the Coon Creeks and Pawnee Fork.' " Poor fellow ! he spoke lightly, in the buoyancy of youth and a confident spirit, of the fate he little thought to meet, but which too surely overtook him — not indeed by Indian blade, but by the no less deadly stroke of disease. Another motive, be- sides that love of rambling and adventure which, once conceived and indulged, is so difficult to erad- icate, impelled him across the Atlantic. He had for some time been out of health at intervals, and he thought the air of his beloved prairies would be efficacious to work a cure. In a letter to a friend, in the month of May last, he thus referred to the probable origin of the evil : — " ' I have been confined to my room for many days, from the effects of an accident I met with in the Rocky Mountains, having been spilt from 22 INTRODUCTION the bare back of a mule, and falling on the sharp picket of an Indian lodge on the small of my back. I fear I injured my spine, for I have never felt al- together the thing since, and, shortly after I saw you, the symptoms became rather ugly. However, I am now getting round again.' " His medical advisers shared his opinion that he had sustained internal injury from this ugly fall; and it is not improbable that it was the re- mote, but real cause of his dissolution. From whatsoever this ensued, it will be a source of deep and lasting regret to all who ever enjoyed oppor- tunities of appreciating the high and sterling quali- ties of George Frederick Ruxton. Few men, so prepossessing on first acquaintance, gained so much by being better known. With great natural abilities and the most dauntless bravery, he united a modesty and gentleness peculiarly pleasing. " Had he lived, and resisted his friends' re- peated solicitations to abandon a roving life and settle down in England, there can be little doubt that he would have made his name eminent on the lists of those daring and persevering men, whose travels in distant and dangerous lands have ac- cumulated for England, and for the world, so rich a store of scientific and general information. And although the few words it has been thought right and becoming here to devote to his memory, will doubtless be more particularly welcome to his per- INTRODUCTION 23 sonal friends, we are persuaded that none will pe- ruse without interest this brief tribute to the merits of a gallant soldier and accomplished English gentleman." In the present edition no liberties have been taken with the text except by correcting a few obvious errors, and making the spelling conform to American usage. Footnotes by the present editor are marked (Ed) ; those unsigned are by Ruxton himself. One useful purpose that this book may serve is to give professional hunters and trappers their due as hard working men. From time immemorial it has been the fashion to look down upon their ilk as lazy vagabonds " too trifling to work for a liv- ing." Such is the almost universal opinion of people who never have taken a big game hunt them- selves, never even have seen hunters at work in the wilderness, but know them only as they take their well-earned ease after an exhausting chase. " The lazy hunter " is the most misjudged of men; for really there is no harder labor than the pursuit of wild animals for a livelihood. The libelous epithet perhaps came in vogue from the fact that hunting and trapping are apt to unfit a man for settled habits of industry. Or it may have come from observing the whole-souled enjoy- ment with which the hunter pursues his occupa- tion. We have not yet got rid of the Puritan no- tion that no effort is worthy unless it is painful 34 INTRODUCTION to the spirit. The freeman of the woods calls his labor sport, and he laughs, in retrospect, at all the cruel toil, the starving and freezing and broken bones. Being utterly independent he seldom does things that " go against the grain," save as he is driven by necessity. But how sharp was the lash of that necessity, how often it stung body and soul, how many a hunter " went under," even in the old days when game was in the greatest abundance, is shown with perfect fidelity to truth in this pic- ture of " Life in the Far West." HORACE KEPHAET. IN THE OLD WEST IN THE OLD WEST CHAPTER I AWAY to the head-waters of the Platte, where several small streams run into the south fork of that river, and head in the broken ridges of the " Divide " which separates the valleys of the Platte and the Arkansa, were camped a band of trappers on a creek called Bijou. It was the month of October, when the early frosts of the coming winter had crisped and dyed with sober brown the leaves of the cherry and quaking ash belting the brooks; and the ridges and peaks of the Rocky Mountains were already covered with a glittering mantle of snow, sparkling in the still powerful rays of the autumn sun. The camp had all the appearance of per- manency; for not only did it comprise one or two unusually comfortable shanties, but the numerous stages on which huge strips of buffalo- meat were hanging in process of cure, showed that the party had settled themselves here in order to lay in a store of provisions, or, as it is termed in the language of the mountains, " to 27 28 IN THE OLD WEST make meat." Round the camp fed twelve or fif- teen mules and horses, their fore-legs confined by hobbles of rawhide; and, guarding these animals, two men paced backwards and forwards, driving in the stragglers, ascending ever and anon the bluffs which overhung the river, and leaning on their long rifles, whilst they swept with their eyes the surrounding prairie. Three or four fires burned in the encampment, at some of which Indian women carefully tended sundry steaming pots ; whilst round one, which was in the center of it, four or five stalwart hunters, clad in buck- skin, sat cross-legged, pipe in mouth. They were a trapping party from the north fork of Platte, on their way to wintering-ground in the more southern valley of the Arkansa ; some, indeed, meditating a more extended trip, even to the distant settlements of New Mexico, the para- dise of mountaineers. The elder of the company was a tall gaunt man, with a face browned by twenty years' exposure to the extreme climate of the mountains ; his long black hair, as yet scarcely tinged with gray, hanging almost to his shoul- ders, but his cheeks and chin clean shaven, after the fashion of the mountain-men. His dress was the usual hunting-frock of buckskin, with long fringes down the seams, with pantaloons similarly ornamented, and moccasins of Indian make. Whilst his companions puffed their pipes in si- lence, he narrated a few of his former experi- IN THE OLD WEST 29 ences of western life ; and whilst the buffalo hump- ribs and tenderloin are singing away in the pot, preparing for the hunters' supper, we will note down the yarn as it spins from his lips, giving it in the language spoken in the " Far West " : — " 'Twas about calf-time, maybe a little later, and not a hundred year ago by a long chalk, that the biggest kind of rendezvous was held ' to ' to Independence, a mighty handsome little location away up on old Missoura. A pretty smart lot of boys was camped thar, about a quarter from the town, and the way the whisky flowed that time was some now, / can tell you. Thar was old Sam Owins — him as got rubbed out * by the Spaniards at Sacramenty, or Chihuahuy, this hoss doesn't know which, but he went under f any- how. Well, Sam had his train along, ready to hitch up for the Mexican country — twenty thun- derin' big Pittsburgh wagons; and the way his Santa Fe boys took in the liquor beat all — eh, Bill? " " Well, it did." " Bill Bent — his boys camped the other side the trail, and they was all mountain-men, wagh ! — and Bill Williams, and Bill Tharpe (the Pawnees took his hair on Pawnee Fork last spring) : three Bills, and them three's all gone under. Surely Hatcher went out that time; and * Killed, "1 both terms adapted from the Indian figura- fDied, J tive language. 30 IN THE OLD WEST wasn't Bill Garey along, too? Didn't him and Chabonard sit in camp for twenty hours at a deck of euker? Them was Bent's Indian traders up on Arkansa. Poor Bill Bent! them Spaniards made meat of him. He lost his topknot to Taos. A clever man was Bill Bent as / ever know'd trade a robe or throw a bufler in his tracks. Old St. Vrain could knock the hind-sight off him though, when it came to shootin', and old Silverheels spoke true, she did: * plumcenter ' she was, eh? " " Well, she wasn't nothin' else." " The Greasers * paid for Bent's scalp, they tell me. Old St. Vrain went out of Santa Fe with a company of mountain-men, and the way they made 'em sing out was slick as shootin'. He * counted a coup,' did St. Vrain. He throwed a Pueblo as had on poor Bent's shirt. I guess he tickled that nigger's hump-ribs. Fort William f ain't the lodge it was, an' never will be agin, now he's gone under ; but St. Vrain's ' pretty much of a gentle- man,' too; if he ain't, I'll be dog-gone — eh, Bill?" " He is so-o." " Chavez had his wagons along. He was only a Spaniard anyhow, and some of his teamsters put a ball into him his next trip, and made a raise of his dollars, wagh! Uncle Sam hung 'em for *The Mexicans are called "Spaniards" or "Greasers" (from their greasy appearance) by the Western people, t Bent's Indian trading fort on the Arkansa. IN THE OLD WEST Si it, I heard, but can't b'lieve it, nohow. If them Spaniards wasn't born for shootin', why was beaver made? You was with us that spree, Jemmy ? " " No svrre-e; I went out when Spiers lost his animals on Cimmaron: a hundred and forty mules and oxen was froze that night, wagh ! " " Surely Black Harris was thar ; and the darndest liar was Black Harris — for lies tumbled out of his mouth like boudins out of a bufler's stomach. He was the child as saw the putrefied forest in the Black Hills. Black Harris come in from Laramie; he'd been trapping three year an' more on Platte and the other side; and, when he got into Liberty, he fixed himself right off like a Saint Louiy dandy. Well, he sat to dinner one day in the tavern, and a lady says to him — " ' Well, Mister Harris, I hear you're a great trav'ler.' " * Trav'ler, marm,5 says Black Harris, * this nigger's no trav'ler; I ar' a trapper, marm, a mountain-man, wagh ! ' " ' Well, Mister Harris, trappers are great trav'lers, and you goes over a sight of ground in your perishinations, I'll be bound to say.' " * A sight, marm, this coon's gone over, if that's the way your stick floats.* I've trapped beaver on Platte and Arkansa, and away up on * Meaning — if that's what you mean. The "stick" is tied to the beaver-trap by a string, and, floating on the m IN THE OLD WEST Missoura and Yaller Stone; I've trapped on Col- umbia, on Lewis Fork, and Green River; I've trapped, marm, on Grand River and the Heely (Gila). I've fout the Blackfoot (and d d bad Injuns they are) ; I've raised the hair * of more than one Apach, and made a Rapaho ' come ' afore now; I've trapped in heav'n, in airth, and h — ; and scalp my old head, marm, but I've seen a putrefied forest.' " ' La, Mister Harris, a what ? ' " ' A putrefied forest, marm, as sure as my rifle's got hind-sights, and she shoots center. I was out on the Black Hills, Bill Sublette knows the time — the year it rained fire — and every- body knows when that was. If thar wasn't cold doins about that time, this child wouldn't say so. The snow was about fifty foot deep, and the bufler lay dead on the ground like bees after a beein'; not whar we was tho', for thar was no bufler, and no meat, and me and my band had been livin' on our moccasins (leastwise the parflesh f) for six weeks ; and poor doins that feedin' is, marm, as you'll never know. One day we crossed a canon and over a divide, and got into a peraira, whar was green grass, and green trees, and green leaves on the trees, and birds singing in the green water, points out its position, should a beaver have carried it away. * Scalped. f Soles made of buffalo hide. IN THE OLD WEST 33 leaves, and this in Febrary, wagh ! Our animals was like to die when they see the green grass, and we all sung out, " Hurraw for summer doins." " ' " Hyar goes for meat," says I, and I jest ups old Ginger at one of them singing-birds, and down come the crittur elegant ; its darned head spinning away from the body, but never stops singing; and when I takes up the meat, I finds it stone, wagh ! " Hyar's damp powder and no fire to dry it," I says, quite skeared. " ' " Fire be dogged," says old Rube. " Hyar's a hoss, as'll make fire come," and with that he takes his axe and lets drive at a cotton wood. Schr-u-k — goes the axe agin the tree, and out comes a bit of the blade as big as my hand. We looks at the animals, and thar they stood shak- ing over the grass, which I'm dog-gone if it wasn't stone, too. Young Sublette comes up, and he'd been clerking down to the fort on Platte, so he know'd something. He looks and looks, and scrapes the trees with his butcher knife, and snaps the grass like pipe-stems, and breaks the leaves a-snappin5 like Californy shells. "'" What's all this, boy?" I asks. " * " Putrefactions," says he, looking smart ; " putrefactions, or I'm a nigger." ' " ' La, Mister Harris,' says the lady, ' putre- factions ! why, did the leaves and the trees and the grass smell badly?' " ' Smell badly, marm ! ' says Black Harris ; 34 IN THE OLD WEST 'would a skunk stink if he was froze to stone? No, marm, this child didn't know what putrefac- tion was, and young Sublette's varsion wouldn't shine nohow, so I chips a piece out of a tree and puts it in my trap-sack, and carries it in safe to Laramie. Well, old Captain Stewart (a clever man was that, though he was an Englishman), he comes along next spring, and a Dutch doctor chap was along too. I shows him the piece I chipped out of the tree, and he called it a putre- faction too ; and so, marm, if that wasn't a putre- fied peraira, what was it? For this hoss doesn't know, and he knows fat cow from poor bull, any- how.' " Well, old Black Harris is gone under too, I believe. He went to the Parks trapping with a Vide Poche Frenchman, who shot him for his bacca and traps. Darn them Frenchmen, they're no ac- count any way you lays your sight. (Any bacca in your bag, Bill? this beaver feels like chawing.) " Well, anyhow, thar was the camp, and they was goin' to put out the next morning; and the last as come out of Independence was that ar Englishman. He'd a nor-west * capote on, and a two-shoot gun rifled. Well, them English are darned fools ; they can't fix a rifle any ways ; but * The Hudson's Bay Company, having amalgamated with the American North-West Company, is known by the name "North-West" to the southern trappers. Their employe's usually wear Canadian capotes. IN THE OLD WEST 35 that one did shoot some; leastwise Tie made it throw plum-center. He made the bufler come, Tie did, and fout well at Pawnee Fork too. What was his name? All the boys called him Cap'en, and he got his fixings from old Choteau ; but what he wanted out thar in the mountains, I never jest rightly know'd. He was no trader, nor a trap- per, and flung about his dollars right smart. Thar was old grit in him, too, and a hair of the black b'ar at that.* They say he took the bark off the Shians when he cleared out of the village with old Beavertail's squaw. He'd been on Yal- ler Stone afore that: Leclerc know'd him in the Blackfoot, and up in the Chippeway country; and he had the best powder as ever I flashed through life, and his gun was handsome, that's a fact. Them thar locks was grand; and old Jake Hawken's nephey (him as trapped on Heeley that time) told me, the other day, as he saw an English gun on Arkansa last winter as beat all off hand. " Nigh upon two hundred dollars I had in my possibles, when I went to that camp to see the boys afore they put out; and you know, Bill, as I sat to euchre and seven up till every cent was gone. " ' Take back twenty, old coon,' says Big John. " c H — 's full of such takes back,' says I ; and I puts back to town and fetches the rifle and the *A spice of the devil. 36 IN THE OLD WEST old mule, puts my traps into the sack, gets credit for a couple of pounds of powder at Owin's store, and hyar I ar on Bijou, with half a pack of beaver, and running meat yet, old hoss ; so put a log on, and let's have a smoke. " Hurraw, Jake, old coon, bear a hand, and let the squaw put them tails in the pot; for sun's down, and we'll have to put out pretty early to reach Black Tail by this time to-morrow. Who's fust guard, boys? them cussed Rapahos will be after the animals to-night, or I'm no judge of Injun sign. How many did you see, Maurice? " " Enfant de garce, me see bout honderd, when I pass Squirrel Creek, one dam water-party, parceque they no hosses, and have de lariats for steal des animaux. Maybe de Yutas in Bayou Salade." " We'll be having trouble to-night, I'm think- ing, if the devils are about. Whose band was it, Maurice? " " Slim-Face — • I see him ver close — is out ; mais I think it White Wolf's." " White Wolf, maybe, will lose his hair if he and his band knock round here too often. That In- jun put me afoot when we was out on Sandy that fall. This nigger owes him one, anyhow." " H— 's full of White Wolves : go ahead, and roll out some of your doins across the plains that time." " You seed sights that spree, eh, boy ? " IN THE OLD WEST S7 " Well, we did. Some of 'em got their flints fixed this side of Pawnee Fork, and a heap of mule-meat went wolfing. Just by Little Arkansa we saw the first Injun. Me and young Somes was ahead for meat, and I had hobbled the old mule and was approaching some goats,* when I see the critturs turn back their heads and jump right away from me. ' Hurraw, Dick ! ' I shouts, * hyar's brown-skin acomin', and off I makes for the mule. The young greenhorn sees the goats runnin' up to him, and not being up to Injun ways, blazes at the first and knocks him over. Jest then seven darned red heads top the bluff, and seven Pawnees come a-screechin' upon us. I cuts the hobbles and jumps on the mule, and, when I looks back, there was Dick Somes ramming a ball down his gun like mad, and the Injuns flinging their arrows at him pretty smart, I tell you. * Hurraw, Dick, mind your hair,' and I ups old Greaser and let one Injun ' have it,' as was going plum into the boy with his lance. He turned on his back handsome, and Dick gets the ball down at last, blazes away, and drops another. Then we charged on 'em, and they clears off like runnin' cows ; and I takes the hair off the heads of the two we made meat of; and I do b'lieve thar's some of them scalps on my old leggings yet. " Well, Dick was as full of arrows as a porky- * Antelope are frequently called "goats" by the moun- taineers. 88 IN THE OLD WEST pine; one was sticking right through his cheek, one in his meat-bag, and two more 'bout his hump- ribs. I tuk 'em all out slick, and away we go to camp (for they was jost a-campin' when we went ahead), and carryin' the goat too. Thar was a hurroo when we rode in with the scalps at the end of our guns. ' Injuns ! Injuns ! ' was the cry from the greenhorns ; ' we'll be 'tacked to-night, that's certain.' " < 'Tacked be — — ,' says old Bill ; ' ain't we men too, and white at that? Look to your guns, boys ; send out a strong hoss-guard with the ani- mals, and keep your eyes skinned.' " Well, as soon as the animals were unhitched from the wagons, the guvner sends out a strong guard, seven boys, and old hands at that. It was pretty nigh upon sundown, and Bill had just sung out to corral. The boys were drivin' in the animals, and we were all standing round to get 'em in slick, when, ' howgh-owgh-owgh-owgh,' we hears right behind the bluff, and 'bout a minute and a perfect crowd of Injuns gallops down upon the animals. Wagh ! warn't thar hoopin' ! We jump for the guns, but before we get to the fires, the Injuns were among the cavayard. I saw Ned Collyer and his brother, who were in the hoss- guard, let drive at 'em; but twenty Pawnees were round 'em before the smoke cleared from their rifles; and when the crowd broke, the two boys were on the ground and their hair gone. Well, IN THE OLD WEST 39 that ar Englishman just saved the cavayarcf. He had his horse, a regular buffalo-runner, pick- eted round the fire quite handy, and as soon as he sees the fix, he jumps upon her and rides right into the thick of the mules, and passes through 'em, firing his two-shoot gun at the Injuns ; and, by gor, he made two come. The mules, which was a-snortin' with funk and running before the Injuns, as soon as they see the Englishman's mare (mules '11 go to h — after a horse, you all know), followed her right into the corral, and thar they was safe. Fifty Pawnees came screechin' after 'em, but we was ready that time, and the way we throw'd 'em was something handsome, I tell you. But three of the hoss-guard got skeared — leastwise their mules did, and carried 'em off into the per air a, and the Injuns, having enough of us, dashed after 'em right away. Them poor devils looked back miserable now, with about a hundred red varmints tearin' after their hair, and whooping like mad. Young Jem Bulcher was the last ; and when he seed it was no use, and his time was nigh, he throw'd himself off the mule, and standing as upright as a hickory wiping-stick, he waves his hand to us, and blazes away at the first Injun as come up, and dropped him slick; but the moment after, you may guess, he died. " We could do nothin', for, before our guns were loaded, all three were dead and their scalps gone. Five of our boys got rubbed out that time, 40 IN THE OLD WEST and seven Injuns lay wolf's meat, while a many more went away gut-shot, I'll lay. Hows'ever, five of us went under, and the Pawnees made a raise of a dozen mules, wagh ! " Thus far, in his own words, we have accom- panied the old hunter in his tale; and probably he would have taken us, by the time that the Squaw Chilipat had pronounced the beaver-tails cooked, safely across the grand prairies — ford- ing Cotton Wood, Turkey Creek, Little Arkansa, Walnut Creek, and Pawnee Fork — passed the fire- less route of the Coon Creeks, through a sea of fat buffalo-meat, without fuel to cook it; have struck the big river, and, leaving at the Crossing the wagons destined for Santa Fe, have trailed us up the Arkansa to Bent's Fort ; thence up Boiling Spring, across the divide over to the southern fork of the Platte, away up to the Black Hills, and finally camped us, with hair still preserved, in the beaver-abounding valleys of the Sweet Water, and Cache la Poudre, under the rugged shadow of the Wind River Mountains; if it had not so happened, at this juncture, as all our moun- taineers sat cross-legged round the fire, pipe in mouth, and with Indian gravity listened to the yarn of the old trapper, interrupting him only with an occasional wagh ! or with the exclamations of some participator in the events then under narration, who would every now and then put in a corroborative, — " This child remembers that IN THE OLD WEST 4rl fix," or, " hyar's a nigger lifted hair that spree," &c. — that a whizzing noise was heard in the air, followed by a sharp but suppressed cry from one of the hunters. In an instant the mountaineers had sprung from their seats, and, seizing the ever-ready rifle, each one had thrown himself on the ground a few paces beyond the light of the fire (for it was now nightfall) ; but not a word escaped them, as, ly- ing close, with their keen eyes directed towards the gloom of the thicket, near which the camp was placed, with rifles cocked, they waited a renewal of the attack. Presently the leader of the band, no other than Killbuck, who had so lately been recounting some of his experiences across the plains, and than whom no more crafty woodsman or more expert trapper ever tracked a deer or grained a beaver-skin, raised his tall leather-clad form, and, placing his hand over his mouth, made the prairie ring with the wild protracted note of an Indian war-whoop. This was instantly re- peated from the direction where the animals be- longing to the camp were grazing, under the charge of the horse-guard. Three shrill whoops answered the warning of the leader, and showed that the guard was on the watch, and understood the signal. However, with the manifestation of their presence, the Indians appeared to be satis- fied ; or, what is more probable, the act of aggres- sion had been committed by some daring young 42 IN THE OLD WEST warrior, who, being out on his first expedition, desired to strike the first coup, and thus signalize himself at the outset of the campaign. After waiting some few minutes, expecting a renewal of the attack, the mountaineers in a body rose from the ground and made towards the animals, with which they presently returned to the camp ; and after carefully hobbling and securing them to pickets firmly driven into the ground, mounting an additional guard, and examining the neighbor- ing thicket, they once more assembled round the fire, relit their pipes, and puffed away the cheer- ing weed as composedly as if no such being as a Redskin, thirsting for their lives, was within a thousand miles of their perilous encampment. " If ever thar was bad Injuns on these plains," at last growled Killbuck, biting hard the pipe- stem between his teeth, " it's these Rapahos, and the meanest kind at that." " Can't beat the Blackfeet, anyhow," chimed in one La Bonte, from the Yellow Stone country, •a fine handsome specimen of a mountaineer. 66 However, one of you quit this arrow out of my hump," he continued, bending forwards to the fire, and exhibiting an arrow sticking out under his right shoulder-blade, and a stream of blood tric- kling down his buckskin coat from the wound. This his nearest neighbor essayed to do ; but finding, after a tug, that it " would not come," expressed his opinion that the offending weapon IN THE OLD WEST 43 would have to be "butchered" out. This was accordingly effected with the ready blade of a scalp-knife; and a handful of beaver-fur being placed on the wound, and secured by a strap of buckskin round the body, the wounded man donned his hunting-shirt once more, and coolly set about lighting his pipe, his rifle lying across his lap cocked and ready for use. It was now near midnight — dark and misty ; and the clouds, rolling away to the eastward from the lofty ridges of the Rocky Mountains, were gradually obscuring the dim starlight. As the lighter vapors faded from the mountains, a thick black cloud succeeded them, and settled over the loftier peaks of the chain, faintly visible through the gloom of night, whilst a mass of fleecy scud soon overspread the whole sky. A hollow moan- ing sound crept through the valley, and the upper branches of the cotton woods, with their withered leaves, began to rustle with the first breath of the coming storm. Huge drops of rain fell at intervals, hissing as they dropped into the blazing fires, and pattering on the skins with which the hunters hurriedly covered the exposed baggage. The mules near the camp cropped the grass with quick and greedy bites round the circuit of their pickets, as if conscious that the storm would soon prevent their feeding, and already humped their backs as the chilling rain fell upon their flanks. The prairie wolves crept closer to the camp, and 44 IN THE OLD WEST in the confusion that ensued from the hurry of the trappers to cover the perishable portions of their equipment, contrived more than once to dart off with a piece of meat, when their peculiar and mournful chiding would be heard as they fought for the possession of the ravished morsel. When everything was duly protected, the men set to work to spread their beds ; those who had not troubled themselves to erect a shelter, getting under the lee of the piles of packs and saddles ; whilst Killbuck, disdaining even such care of his carcass, threw his buffalo robe on the bare ground, declaring his intention to " take " what was com- ing at all hazards, and " anyhow." Selecting a high spot, he drew his knife and proceeded to cut drains round it, to prevent the water running into him as he lay; then taking a single robe, he carefully spread it, placing under the end furthest from the fire a large stone brought from the creek. Having satisfactorily adjusted this pil- low, he added another robe to the one already laid, and placed over all a Navajo blanket, supposed to be impervious to rain. Then he divested him- self of his pouch and powder-horn, which, with his rifle, he placed inside his bed, and quickly cov- ered up lest the wet should reach them. Hav- ing performed these operations to his satisfaction, he lighted his pipe by the hissing embers of the half-extinguished fire (for by this time the rain poured in torrents), and went the rounds of the IN THE OLD WEST 45 picketed animals, cautioning the guard round the camp to keep their " eyes skinned, for there would be powder burned before morning." Then return- ing to the fire, and kicking with his moccasined foot the slumbering ashes, he squatted down be- fore it, and thus soliloquized: — " Thirty year have I been knocking about these mountains from Missoura's head as far sothe as the starving Gila. I've trapped a heap,* and many a hundred pack of beaver I've traded in my time, wagh! What has come of it, and whar's the dollars as ought to be in my possibles? Whar's the ind of this, I say? Is a man to be hunted by Injuns all his days? Many's the time I've said I'd strike for Taos, and trap a squaw, for this child's getting old, and feels like wanting a woman's face about his lodge for the balance of his days; but when it comes to caching of the old traps, I've the smallest kind of heart, I have. Certain, the old State comes across my mind now and again, but who's thar to remember my old body? But them diggings gets too overcrowded nowadays, and it's hard to fetch breath amongst them big bands of corncrackers to Missoura. Be- side, it goes against natur' to leave bufler-meat and feed on hog; and them white gals are too much like picturs, and a deal too ' fofarraw ' * An Indian is always " a heap " hungry or thirsty — loves "a heap" — is "a heap" brave; in fact, "a heap" is tantamount to very much. 46 IN THE OLD WEST (fanfaron). No; darn the settlements, I say. It won't shine, and whar's the dollars? Hows'- ever, beaver's bound to rise; human natur' can't go on selling beaver a dollar a pound ; no, no, that arn't a going to shine much longer, I know. Them was the times when this child first went to the mountains : six dollars the plew — old 'un or kitten! Wagh! but it's bound to rise, I says agin; and hyar's a coon knows whar to lay his hand on a dozen pack right handy, and then he'll take the Taos trail, wagh ! " Thus soliloquizing, Killbuck knocked the ashes from his pipe, and placed it in the gaily orna- mented case that hung round his neck, drew his knife-belt a couple of holes tighter, resumed his pouch and powder-horn, took his rifle, which he carefully covered with the folds of his Navajo blanket, and, striding into the darkness, cautiously reconnoitered the vicinity of the camp. When he returned to the fire he sat himself down as before, but this time with his rifle across his lap ; and at intervals his keen gray eyes glanced piercingly around, particularly towards an old weather- beaten and grizzled mule, who now, old stager as she was, having filled her belly, stood lazily over her picket-pin, with her head bent down and her long ears flapping over her face, her limbs gathered under her, and her back arched to throw off the rain, tottering from side to side as she rested and slept. IN THE OLD WEST 47 " Yep, old gal ! " cried Killbuck to the animal, at the same time picking a piece of burnt wood from the fire and throwing it at her, at which the mule gathered itself up and cocked her ears as she recognized her master's voice. " Yep, old gal ! and keep your nose open ; thar's brown skin about, I'm thinkin', and maybe you'll get roped (lasso'd) by a Rapaho afore mornin'." Again the old trapper settled himself before the fire; and soon his head began to nod, as drowsiness stole over him. Already he was in the land of dreams ; rev- elling amongst bands of " fat cow," or hunting along a stream well peopled with beaver; with no Indian " sign " to disturb him, and the merry rendezvous in close perspective, and his peltry selling briskly at six dollars the plew, and galore of alcohol to ratify the trade. Or, perhaps, threading the back trail of his memory, he passed rapidly through the perilous vicissitudes of his hard, hard life — starving one day, reveling in abundance the next ; now beset by whooping sav- ages thirsting for his blood, baying his enemies like the hunted deer, but with the unflinching courage of a man ; now, all care thrown aside, secure and forgetful of the past, a welcome guest in the hospitable trading fort; or back, as the trail gets fainter, to his childhood's home in the brown forests of old Kentuck, tended and cared for — his only thought to enjoy the hominy and johnny cakes of his thrifty mother. Once more, 48 IN THE OLD WEST in warm and well-remembered homespun, he sits on the snake-fence round the old clearing, and, munching his hoe-cake at set of sun, listens to the mournful note of the whip-poor-will, or the harsh cry of the noisy catbird, or watches the agile gam- bols of the squirrels as they chase each other, chattering the while, from branch to branch of the lofty tamarisks, wondering how long it will be before he will be able to lift his father's heavy rifle, and use it against the tempting game. Sleep, however, sat lightly on the eyes of the wary mountaineer, and a snort from the old mule in an instant stretched his every nerve. Without a movement of his body, his keen eye fixed itself upon the mule, which now stood with head bent round, and eyes and ears pointed in one direction, snuffing the night air and snorting with apparent fear. A low sound from the wakeful hunter roused the others from their sleep; and raising their bodies from their well-soaked beds, a single word apprised them of their danger. " Injuns ! " Scarcely was the word out of Killbuck's lips, when, above the howling of the furious wind and the pattering of the rain, a hundred savage yells broke suddenly upon their ears from all directions round the camp ; a score of rifle-shots rattled from the thicket, and a cloud of arrows whistled through the air, whilst a crowd of Indians charged upon the picketed animals. " Owgh ! owgh — IN THE OLD WEST 49 owgh — owgh — g-h-h ! " "A foot, by gor ! " shouted Killbuck, " and the old mule gone at that. On 'em, boys, for old Kentuck ! " And he rushed towards his mule, which jumped and snorted mad with fright, as a naked Indian strove to fasten a lariat round her nose, having already cut the rope which fastened her to the picket-pin. " Quit that, you cussed devil ! " roared the trap- per, as he jumped upon the savage, and, without raising his rifle to his shoulder, made a deliberate thrust with the muzzle at his naked breast, strik- ing him full, and at the same time pulling the trig- ger, actually driving the Indian two paces back- wards with the shock, when he fell in a heap, and dead. But at the same moment, an Indian, sweep- ing his club round his head, brought it with fright- ful force down upon Killbuck. For a moment the hunter staggered, threw out his arms wildly into the air, and fell headlong to the ground. " Owgh ! owgh, owgh-h-h ! " cried the Rapaho, and, striding over the prostrate body, he seized with his left hand the middle lock of the trapper's long hair, and drew his knife round the head to sep- arate the scalp from the skull. As he bent over to his work, the trapper named La Bonte saw his companion's peril, rushed quick as thought at the Indian, and buried his knife to the hilt between his shoulders. With a gasping shudder the Rapaho fell dead upon the prostrate body of his foe. SO IN THE OLD WEST The attack, however, lasted but a few seconds. The dash at the animals had been entirely suc- cessful, and, driving them before them with loud cries, the Indians disappeared quickly in the dark- ness. Without waiting for daylight, two of the three trappers who alone were to be seen, and who had been within the shanties at the time of attack, without a moment's delay commenced packing two horses, which having been fastened to the shanties had escaped the Indians, and, plac- ing their squaws upon them, showering curses and imprecations on their enemies, left the camp, fear- ful of another onset, and resolved to retreat and cache themselves until the danger was over. Not so La Bonte, who, stout and true, had done his best in the fight, and now sought the body of his old comrade, from which, before he could examine the wounds, he had first to remove the corpse of the Indian he had slain. Killbuck still breathed. He had been stunned; but, revived by the cold rain beating upon his face, he soon opened his eyes, and recognized his trusty friend, who, sitting down, lifted his head into his lap, and wiped away the blood that streamed from the wounded scalp. "Is the top-knot gone, boy?" asked Killbuck; " for my head feels queersome, I tell you." " Thar's the Injun as felt like lifting it," an- swered the other, kicking the dead body with his foot. "Wagh! boy, you've struck a coup; so scalp IN THE OLD WEST 51 the nigger right off, and then fetch me a drink." The morning broke clear and cold. With the exception of a light cloud which hung over Pike's Peak, the sky was spotless; and a perfect calm had succeeded the boisterous storm of the pre- vious night. The creek was swollen and turbid with the rains ; and as La Bonte proceeded a little distance down the bank to find a passage to the water, he suddenly stopped short, and an involun- tary cry escaped him. Within a few feet of the bank lay the body of one of his companions, who had formed the guard at the time of the Indians' attack. It was lying on the face, pierced through the chest with an arrow which was buried to the very feathers, and the scalp torn from the bloody skull. Beyond, but all within a hundred yards, lay the three others, dead, and similarly mutilated. So certain had been the aim, and so close the enemy, that each had died without a struggle, and consequently had been unable to alarm the camp. La Bonte, with a glance at the bank, saw at once that the wily Indians had crept along the creek, the noise of the storm facilitating their approach undiscovered, and, crawling up the bank, had watched their opportunity to shoot simultaneously the four hunters on guard. Returning to Killbuck, he apprised him of the melancholy fate of their companions, and held a council of war as to their proceedings. The old hunter's mind was soon made up. " First," said 52 IN THE OLD WEST he, " I get back my old mule ; she's carried me and my traps these twelve j^ears, and I ain't a-goin' to lose her yet. Second, I feel like taking hair, and some Rapahos has to go under for this night's work. Third, we have got to cache the beaver. Fourth, we take the Injun trail, wharever it leads." No more daring mountaineer than La Bonte ever trapped a beaver, and no counsel could have more exactly tallied with his own inclination than the law laid down by old Killbuck. " Agreed," was his answer, and forthwith he set about forming a cache. In this instance they had not sufficient time to construct a regular one, so they contented themselves with securing their packs of beaver in buffalo robes, and tying them in the forks of several cotton-woods, under which the camp had been made. This done, they lit a fire, and cooked some buffalo-meat ; and, whilst smoking a pipe, carefully cleaned their rifles, and filled their horns and pouches with good store of ammunition. A prominent feature in the character of the hunters of the Far West is their quick determina- tion and resolve in cases of extreme difficulty and peril, and their fixedness of purpose, when any plan of operations has been laid requiring bold and instant action in carrying out. It is here that they so infinitely surpass the savage Indian in bringing to a successful issue their numerous IN THE OLD WEST 53 hostile expeditions against the natural foe of the white man in the wild and barbarous regions of the West. Ready to resolve as they are prompt to execute, and combining far greater dash and daring with equal subtlety and caution, they, possess great advantage over the vacillating In- dian, whose superstitious mind in a great degree paralyzes the physical energy of his active body; and who, by waiting for propitious signs and sea- sons before he undertakes an enterprise, often loses the opportunity by which his white and more civilized enemy knows so well how to profit. Killbuck and La Bonte were no exceptions to this characteristic rule; and before the sun was a hand's-breadth above the eastern horizon, the two hunters were running on the trail of the vic- torious Indians. Striking from the creek where the night attack was made, they crossed to another known as Kioway, running parallel to Bijou, a few hours' journey westward, and likewise head- ing in the divide. Following this to its forks, they struck into the upland prairies lying at the foot of the mountains ; and crossing to the numerous water- courses which feed the creek called Vermillion or Cherry, they pursued the trail over the mountain- spurs until it reached a fork of the Boiling Spring. Here the war-party had halted and held a consul- tation, for from this point the trail turned at a tangent to the westward, and entered the rugged gorges of the mountains. It was now evident to 54 IN THE OLD WEST the two trappers that their destination was the Bayou Salade,* — a mountain valley which is a favorite resort of the buffalo in the winter sea- son, and which, and for this reason, is often fre- quented by the Yuta Indians as their wintering ground. That the Rapahos were on a war ex- pedition against the Yutas, there was little doubt ; and Killbuck, who knew every inch of the ground, saw at once, by the direction the trail had taken, that they were making for the Bayou in order to surprise their enemies, and, therefore, were not following the usual Indian trail up the canon of the Boiling Spring river. Having made up his mind to this, he at once struck across the broken ground lying at the foot of the mountains, steer- ing a course a little to the eastward of north, or almost in the direction whence he had come; and then, pointing westward, about noon he crossed a mountain-chain, and descending into a ravine through which a little rivulet tumbled over its rocky bed, he at once proved the correctness of his judgment by striking the Indian trail, now quite fresh, as it wound through the canon along the bank of the stream. The route he had fol- lowed, impracticable to pack-animals, had saved at least half-a-day's journey, and brought them within a short distance of the object of their pur- suit; for, at the head of the gorge, a lofty bluff presenting itself, the hunters ascended to the sum- * The old name of South Park, Colorado. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 56 mit, and, looking down, descried at their very feet the Indian camp, with their own stolen caval- lada feeding quietly round. " Wagh ! " exclaimed both the hunters in a breath. "And thar's the old gal at that," chuckled Killbuck, as he recognized his old grizzled mule making good play at the rich buffalo grass with which these mountain valleys abound. " If we don't make a raise afore long, I wouldn't say so. Thar plans is plain to this child as beaver sign. They're after Yuta hair, as certain as this gun has got hind-sights ; but they arn't a-goin' to pack them animals after 'em, and have crawled like rattlers along this bottom to cache 'em till they come back from the Bayou, — and maybe they'll leave half-a-dozen soldiers * with 'em." How right the wily trapper was in his con- jectures will be shortly proved. Meanwhile, with his companion, he descended the bluff, and push- ing his way into a thicket of dwarf pine and cedar, sat down on a log, and drew from an end of the blanket strapped on his shoulder, a portion of a buffalo's liver, which they both discussed, raw, with infinite relish; eating in lieu of bread (an un- known luxury in these parts) sundry strips of dried fat. To have kindled a fire would have been dangerous, since it was not impossible that some of the Indians might leave their camp to hunt, * The young untried warriors of the Indians are thus called. 56 . IN THE OLD WEST when the smoke would at once have betrayed the presence of enemies. A light was struck, however, for their pipes; and after enjoying this true con- solation for some time, they laid a blanket on the ground, and, side by side, soon fell asleep. If Killbuck had been a prophet, or the most prescient of medicine-men, he could not have more exactly predicted the movements in the Indian camp. About three hours before sundown he rose and shook himself, which movement was sufficient to awaken his companion. Telling La Bonte to lie down again and rest, he gave him to understand that he was about to reconnoiter the enemy's camp ; and after carefully examining his rifle, and drawing his knife-belt a hole or two tighter, he proceeded on his dangerous errand. Ascending the same bluff whence he had first discovered the Indian camp, he glanced rapidly around, and made himself master of the features of the ground — choosing a ravine by which he might approach the camp more closely, and without danger of being discovered. This was soon effected; and in half an hour the trapper was lying on his belly on the summit of a pine-covered bluff which overlooked the Indians within easy rifle-shot, and so perfectly concealed by the low spreading branches of the cedar and arbor-vitae, that not a particle of his person could be detected ; unless, indeed, his sharp twinkling gray eye contrasted too strongly with the green boughs that covered the rest of his face. IN THE OLD WEST 57 Moreover, there was no danger of their hitting up- on his trail, for he had been careful to pick his steps on the rock-covered ground, so that not a track of his moccasin was visible. Here he lay, still as a carcajou in wait for a deer, only now and then shaking the boughs as his body quivered with a suppressed chuckle, when any movement in the Indian camp caused him to laugh inwardly at his (if they had known it) unwelcome propinquity. He was not a little surprised, however, to discover that the party was much smaller than he had im- agined, counting only forty warriors ; and this assured him that the band had divided, one half taking the Yuta trail by the Boiling Spring, the other (the one before him) taking a longer cir- cuit in order to reach the Bayou, and make the attack on the Yutas, in a different direction. At this moment the Indians were in delibera- tion. Seated in a large circle round a very small fire,* the smoke from which ascended in a thin straight column, they each in turn puffed a huge cloud of smoke from three or four long cherry- stemmed pipes, which went the round of the party ; each warrior touching the ground with the heel of the pipe-bowl, and turning the stem up- wards and away from him as medicine to the Great * There is a great difference between an Indian's fire and a white's. The former places the ends of logs to burn gradually; the latter, the center, besides making such a bonfire that the Indians truly say, "The white makes a fire so hot that he cannot approach to warm himself by it." 58 IN THE OLD WEST Spirit, before he himself inhaled the fragrant kin- nik-kinnik. The council, however, was not gen- eral, for only fifteen of the older warriors took part in it, the others sitting outside, and at some little distance from the circle. Behind each were his arms — bow and quiver, and shield — hang- ing from a spear stuck in the ground; and a few guns in ornamented covers of buckskin were added to some of the equipments. Near the fire, and in the center of the inner circle, a spear was fixed upright in the ground, and on this dangled the four scalps of the trap- pers killed the preceding night; and underneath them, affixed to the same spear, was the mystic medicine-bag, by which Killbuck knew that the band before him was under the command of the chief of the tribe. Towards the grim trophies on the spear, the warriors, who in turn addressed the council, fre- quently pointed — more than one, as he did so, making the gyratory motion of the right hand and arm which the Indians use in describing that they have gained an advantage by skill or cun- ning. Then pointing westward, the speaker would thrust out his arm, extending his fingers at the same time, and closing and reopening them re- peatedly— meaning, that although four scalps already ornamented the medicine pole, they were as nothing compared to the numerous trophies they would bring from the Salt Valley, where they IN THE OLD WEST 59 expected to find their hereditary enemies the Yutas. " That now was not the time to count their coups " (for at this moment one of the war- riors rose from his seat, and, swelling with pride, advanced towards the spear, pointing to one of the scalps, and then striking his open hand on his naked breast, jumped into the air, as if about to go through the ceremony) ; " that before many suns all their spears together would not hold the scalps they had taken; and that they would re- turn to their village, and spend a moon relating their achievements and counting coups." All this Killbuck learned, — thanks to his knowl- edge of the language of signs — a master of which, if even he have no ears or tongue, never fails to understand, and be understood by, any of the hundred tribes whose languages are perfectly dis- tinct and different. He learned, moreover, that at sundown the greater part of the band would resume the trail, in order to reach the Bayou by the earliest dawn; and also, that no more than four or five of the younger warriors would remain with the captured animals. Still the hunter re- mained in his position until the sun had disap- peared behind the ridge; when, taking up their arms, and throwing their buffalo-robes on their shoulders, the war-party of Rapahos, one behind the other, with noiseless step and silent as the dumb, moved away from the camp. When the last dusky form had disappeared behind a point 60 IN THE OLD WEST of rocks which shut in the northern end of the little valley or ravine, Killbuck withdrew his head from its screen, crawled backwards on his stomach from the edge of the bluff, and, rising from the ground, shook and stretched himself ; then gave one cautious look around, and immediately pro- ceeded to rejoin his companion. " Lave (get up), boy," said Killbuck, as soon as he reached him. " Hyar's grainin' to do afore long - — and sun's about down, I'm thinking." " Ready, old hoss," answered La Bonte, giving himself a shake. " What's the sign like, and how many's the lodge? " " Fresh, and five, boy. How do you feel ? " " Half froze for hair. Wagh! " <{ We'll have moon to-night, and as soon as she gets up, we'll make 'em come." Killbuck then described to his companion what he had seen, and detailed his plan. This was simply to wait until the moon afforded sufficient light, then to approach the Indian camp and charge into it, " lift " as much " hair " as they could, recover their animals, and start at once to the Bayou and join the friendly Yutas, warning them of the coming danger. The risk of falling in with either of the Rapaho bands was hardly considered ; to avoid this they trusted to their own foresight, and the legs of their mules, should they encounter them. Between sundown and the rising of the moon IN THE OLD WEST 61 they had leisure to eat their supper, which, as before, consisted of raw buffalo-liver; after dis- cussing which, Killbuck pronounced himself " a heap " better, and ready for " hugginV In the short interval of almost perfect darkness which preceded the moonlight, and taking advan- tage of one of the frequent squalls of wind which howl down the narrow gorges of the mountains, these two determined men, with footsteps noiseless as the panther's, crawled to the edge of the little plateau of some hundred yards square, where the five Indians in charge of the animals were seated round the fire, perfectly unconscious of the vicin- ity of danger. Several clumps of cedar-bushes dotted the small prairie, and amongst these the well-hobbled mules and horses were feeding. These animals, accustomed to the presence of whites, would not notice the two hunters as they crept from clump to clump nearer to the fire, and also served, even if the Indians should be on the watch, to conceal their movements from them. This the two men at once perceived; but old Killbuck knew that if he passed within sight or smell of his mule, he would be received with a whinny of recognition, which would at once alarm the enemy. He therefore first ascertained where his own animal was feeding, which luckily was at the farther side of the prairie, and would not in- terfere with his proceedings. Threading their way amongst the feeding mules, 62 IN THE OLD WEST they approached a clump of bushes about forty yards from the spot where the unconscious savages were seated smoking round the fire; and here they awaited, scarcely drawing breath the while, the moment when the moon rose above the mountain into the clear cold sky, and gave them light suffi- cient to make sure their work of bloody retribu- tion. Not a pulsation in the hearts of these stern determined men beat higher than its wont ; not the tremor of a nerve disturbed their frame. They stood with lips compressed and rifles ready, their pistols loosened in their belts, their scalp-knives handy to their grip. The lurid glow of the com- ing moon already shot into the sky above the ridge, which stood out in bold relief against the light; and the luminary herself just peered over the mountain, illuminating its pine-clad summit, and throwing her beams on an opposite peak, when Killbuck touched his companion's arm, and whis- pered, " Wait for the full light, boy." At this moment, however, unseen by the trap- per, the old grizzled mule had gradually ap- proached, as she fed along the plateau ; and, when within a few paces of their retreat, a gleam of moonshine revealed to the animal the erect farms of the two whites. Suddenly she stood still and pricked her ears, and stretching out her neck and nose, snuffed the air. Well she knew her old master. Killbuck, with eyes fixed upon the Indians, was IN THE OLD WEST 63 on the point of giving the signal of attack to his comrade, when the shrill whinny of his mule rever- berated through the gorge. The Indians jumped to their feet and seized their arms, when Killbuck, with a loud shout of " At 'em, boy ; give the nig- gers h — ! " rushed from his concealment, and with La Bonte by his side, yelling a fierce war-whoop, sprang upon the startled savages. Panic-struck with the suddenness of the attack, the Indians scarcely knew where to run, and for a moment stood huddled together like sheep. Down dropped Killbuck on his knee, and stretch- ing out his wiping-stick, planted it on the ground at the extreme length of his arm. As methodic- ally and as coolly as if about to aim at a deer, he raised his rifle to this rest and pulled the trig- ger. At the report an Indian fell forward on his face, at the same moment that La Bonte, with equal certainty of aim, and like effect, discharged his own rifle. The three surviving Indians, seeing that their assailants were but two, and knowing that their guns were empty, came on with loud yells. With the left hand grasping a bunch of arrows, and holding the bow already bent, and arrow fixed, they steadily advanced, bending low to the ground to get their objects between them and the light, and thus render their aim more certain. The trappers, however, did not care to wait for them. Drawing their pistols, they charged at once; and 64 IN THE OLD WEST although the bows twanged, and the three arrows struck their mark, on they rushed, discharging their pistols at close quarters. La Bonte threw his empty one at the head of an Indian who was pulling his second arrow to its head at a yard's distance, drew his knife at the same moment, and made at him. But the Indian broke and ran, followed by his surviring companion; and as soon as Killbuck could ram home another ball, he sent a shot fly- ing after them as they scrambled up the moun- tain-side, leaving in their fright and hurry their bows and shields on the ground. The fight was over, and the two trappers con- fronted each other : " We've given 'em h — ! " laughed Killbuck. " Well, we have," answered the other, pulling an arrow out of his arm. " Wagh ! " " We'll lift the hair, anyhow," continued the first, " afone the scalp's cold." Taking his whetstone from the little sheath on his knife-belt, the trapper proceeded to " edge " his knife, and then stepping to the first prostrate body, he turned it over to examine if any symp- tom of vitality remained. " Thrown cold ! " he exclaimed, as he dropped the lifeless arm he had lifted. " I sighted him about the long ribs, but the light was bad, and I couldn't get a bead off- hand anyhow." Seizing with his left hand the long and braided IN THE OLD WEST 65 lock on the center of the Indian's head, he passed the point edge of his keen butcher-knife round the parting, turning it at the same time under the skin to separate the scalp from the skull; then with a quick and sudden jerk of his hand, he re- moved it entirely from the head, and giving the reeking trophy a wring upon the grass to free it from the blood, he coolly hitched it under his belt, and proceeded to the next; but seeing La Bonte operating upon this, he sought the third, who lay some little distance from the others. This one was still alive, a pistol-ball having passed through his body without touching a vital spot. " Gut-shot is this nigger," exclaimed the trap- per ; " them pistols never throws 'em in their tracks ; " and thrusting his knife, for mercy's sake, into the bosom of the Indian, he likewise tore the scalp-lock from his head, and placed it with the other. La Bonte had received two trivial wounds, and Killbuck till now had been walking about with an arrow sticking through the fleshy part of his thigh, the point being perceptible near the sur- face of the other side. To free his leg from the painful encumbrance, he thrust the weapon com- pletely through, and then, cutting off the arrow- head below the barb, he drew it out, the blood flowing freely from the wound. A tourniquet of buckskin soon stopped this, and, heedless of the pain, the hardy mountaineer sought for his old 66 IN THE OLD WEST mule, and quickly brought it to the fire (which La Bonte had rekindled), lavishing many a caress, and most comical terms of endearment, upon the faithful companion of his wanderings. They found all the animals safe and well; and after eating heartily of some venison which the Indians had been cooking at the moment of the attack, made instant preparations to quit the scene of their exploit, not wishing to trust to the chance of the Rapahos being too frightened to again molest them. Having no saddles, they secured buffalo-robes on the backs of two mules — Killbuck, of course, riding his own — and lost no time in proceeding on their way. They followed the course of the Indians up the stream, and found that it kept the canons and gorges of the mountains, where the road was better ; but it was with no little diffi- culty that they made their way, the ground be- ing much broken, and covered with rocks. Kill- buck's wound became very painful, and his leg stiffened and swelled distressingly, but he still pushed on all night, and at daybreak, recognizing their position, he left the Indian trail, and fol- lowed a little creek which rose in a mountain- chain of moderate elevation, and above which, and to the south, Pike's Peak towered high into the clouds. With great difficulty they crossed this ridge, and ascending and descending several smaller ones, which gradually smoothed away as IN THE OLD WEST 67 they met the valley, about three hours after sun- rise they found themselves in the south-east cor- ner of the Bayou Salade. The Bayou Salade, or Salt Valley, is the most southern of three very extensive valleys, form- ing a series of tablelands in the very center of the main chain of the Rocky Mountains, known to the trappers by the name of the " Parks." The numerous streams by which they are watered abound in the valuable fur-bearing beaver, whilst every species of game common to the West is found here in great abundance. The Bayou Salade especially, owing to the salitrose nature of the soil and springs, is the favorite resort of all the larger animals common to the mountains ; and in the sheltered prairies of the Bayou, the buffalo, forsaking the barren and inclement re- gions of the exposed plains, frequent these upland valleys in the winter months; and feeding upon the rich and nutritious buffalo grass, which on the bare prairies at that season is either dry and rotten or entirely exhausted, not only sus- tain life, but retain a great portion of the " con- dition " that the abundant fall and summer pas- ture of the lowlands has laid upon their bones, Therefore is this valley sought by the Indians as a wintering-ground. Its occupancy has been disputed by most of the mountain tribes, and long and bloody wars have been waged to make good the claims set forth by Yuta, Rapaho, 68 IN THE OLD WEST Sioux, and Shians.* However, to the first of these it may be said now to belong, since their " big village " has wintered there for many suc- cessive years ; whilst the Rapahos seldom visit it unless on war expeditions against the Yutas. Judging, from the direction the Rapahos were taking, that the friendly tribe of Yutas were there already, the trappers had resolved to join them as soon as possible; and therefore, without rest- ing, pushed on through the uplands, and, towards the middle of the day, had the satisfaction of descrying the conical lodges of the village, situ- ated on a large level plateau, through which ran a mountain stream. A numerous band of mules and horses were scattered over the pasture, and round them several mounted Indians kept guard. As the trappers descended the bluffs into the plain, some straggling Indians caught sight of them ; and instantly one of them, lassoing a horse from the herd, mounted it, barebacked, and flew like wind to the village to spread the news. Soon the lodges disgorged their inmates ; first the women and children rushed to the side of the strangers' approach ; then the younger Indians, unable to restrain their curiosity, mounted their horses, and galloped forth to meet them. The old chiefs, enveloped in buffalo-robes (softly and delicately dressed as the Yutas alone know how), and with tomahawk held in one hand and resting in the * Utahs, Arapahoes, Sioux, and Cheyennes. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 69 hollow of the other arm, sallied last of all from their lodges; and, squatting in a row on a sunny bank outside the village, awaited, with dignified composure, the arrival of the whites. Killbuck was well known to most of them, having trapped in their country and traded with them years be- fore at Roubideau's fort at the head waters of the Rio Grande. After shaking hands with all who presented themselves, he at once gave them to understand that their enemies, the Rapahos, were at hand, with a hundred warriors at least, elated by the coup they had just struck against the whites, bringing, moreover, four white scalps to incite them to brave deeds. At this news the whole village was speedily in commotion: the war-shout was taken up from lodge to lodge ; the squaws began to lament and tear their hair; the warriors to paint and arm themselves. The elder chiefs immediately met in council, and, over the medicine-pipe, debated as to the best course to pursue — whether to wait the attack, or sally out and meet the enemy. In the meantime, the braves were collected together by the chiefs of their respective bands ; and scouts, mounted on the fastest horses, despatched in every direction to procure intelligence of the enemy. The two whites, after watering their mules and picketing them in some good grass near the vil- lage, drew near the council fire, without, however, joining in the " talk," until they were invited to 70 IN THE OLD WEST take their seats by the eldest chief. Then Kill- buck was called upon to give his opinion as to the direction in which he judged the Rapahos to be approaching, which he delivered in their own language, with which he was well acquainted. In a short time the council broke up; and without noise or confusion, a band of one hundred chosen warriors left the village, immediately after one of the scouts had galloped in and communicated some intelligence to the chiefs. Killbuck and La Bonte volunteered to accompany the war-party, weak and exhausted as they were; but this was negatived by the chiefs, who left their white brothers to the care of the women, who tended their wounds, now stiff and painful ; and spread- ing their buffalo-robes in a warm and roomy lodge, left them to the repose they so much needed. CHAPTER II THE next morning Killbuck's leg was greatly inflamed, and he was unable to leave the lodge; but he made his compan- ion bring the old mule to the door, that he might give her a couple of ears of Indian corn, the last remains of the slender store brought by the In- dians from the Navajo country. The day passed, and sundown brought no tidings of the war-party. This caused no little wailing on the part of the squaws, but was interpreted by the whites as a favorable augury. A little after sunrise on the second morning, the long line of the returning warriors was discerned winding over the prairie, and a scout having galloped in to bring the news of a great victory, the whole village was soon in a ferment of paint and drumming. A short dis- tance from the lodges, the warriors halted to await the approach of the people. Old men, children, and squaws sitting astride their horses, sallied out to escort the victorious party in triumph to the village. With loud shouts and songs, and drums beating the monotonous Indian time, they advanced and encircled the returning braves, one of whom, his face covered with black paint, car- 71 72 IN THE OLD WEST ried a pole on which dangled thirteen scalps, the trophies of the expedition. As he lifted these on high they were saluted with deafening whoops, and cries of exultatio-n and savage joy. In this manner they entered the village, almost before the friends of those fallen in the fight had ascer- tained their losses. Then the shouts of delight were converted into yells of grief ; the mothers and wives of those braves who had been killed (and seven had " gone under ") presently returned with their faces, necks, and hands blackened, and danced and howled round the scalp-pole, which had been deposited in the center of the village, in front of the lodge of the great chief. Killbuck now learned that a scout having brought intelligence that the two band's of Rapa- hos were hastening to form a junction, as soon as they learned that their approach was discovered, the Yutas had successfully prevented it ; and at- tacking one party, had entirely defeated it, kill- ing thirteen of the Rapaho braves. The other party had fled on seeing the issue of the fight, and a few of the Yuta warriors were now pursuing them. To celebrate so signal a victory, great prepara- tions sounded their notes through the village. Paints — vermilion and ochres, red and yellow — were in great request; whilst the scrapings of charred wood, mixed with gunpowder, were used as substitute for black, the medicine color. IN THE OLD WEST 73 The lodges of the village, numbering some two hundred or more, were erected in parallel lines, and covered a large space of the level prairie in shape of a parallelogram. In the center, how- ever, the space which half-a-dozen lodges in length would have taken up was left unoccupied, save by one large one, of red-painted buffalo-skins, tat- tooed with the mystic totems of the medicine peculiar to the nation. In front of this stood the grim scalp-pole, like a decayed tree-trunk, its bloody fruit tossing in the wind; and on another pole, at a few feet distance, was hung the bag with its mysterious contents. Before each lodge a tripod of spears supported the arms and shields of the Yuta chivalry, and on many of them smoke- dried scalps rattled in the wind, former trophies of the dusky knights who were arming themselves within. Heraldic devices were not wanting — not, however, graved upon the shield, but hang- ing from the spear-head, the actual totem of the warrior it distinguished. The rattlesnake, the otter, the carcajou, the mountain badger, the war-eagle, the konqua-kish, the porcupine, the fox, &c., dangled their well-stuffed skins, displaying the guardian medicine of the warriors they per- tained to, and representing the mental and cor- poreal qualities which were supposed to character- ize the braves to whom they belonged. From the center lodge, two or three medicine- men, fantastically attired in the skins of wolves 74 IN THE OLD WEST and bears, and bearing long peeled wands of cherry in their hands, occasionally emerged to tend a very small fire which they had kindled in the center of the open space ; and when a thin column of smoke arose, one of them planted the scalp- pole obliquely across the fire. Squaws in robes of white dressed buckskin, garnished with beads and porcupines' quills, and their faces painted bright red and black, then appeared. These ranged themselves round the outside of the square, the boys and children of all ages, mounted o-n barebacked horses, galloping round and round, and screaming with eagerness, excitement, and curiosity. Presently the braves and warriors made their appearance, and squatted round the fire in two circles, those who had been engaged on the ex- pedition being in the first or smaller one. One medicine-man sat under the scalp-pole, having a drum between his knees, which he tapped at inter- vals with his hand, eliciting from the instrument a hollow monotonous sound. A bevy of women, shoulder to shoulder, then advanced from the four sides of the square, and some, shaking a rattle- drum in time with their steps, commenced a jump- ing, jerking dance, now lifting one foot from the ground, and now rising with both, accompanying the dance with a chant, which swelled from a low whisper to the utmost extent of their voices — now dying away, and again bursting into vocifer- IN THE OLD WEST 75 ous measure. Thus they advanced to the center and retreated to their former positions ; when six squaws, with their faces painted a dead black, made their appearance from the crowd, chanting, in soft and sweet measure, a lament for the braves the nation had lost in the late battle : but soon as they drew near the scalp-pole, their melancholy note changed to the music (to them) of gratified revenge. In a succession of jumps, raising the feet alternately but a little distance from the ground, they made their way, through an interval left in the circle of warriors, to the grim pole, and encircling it, danced in perfect silence round it for a few moments. Then they burst forth with an extempore song, laudatory of the achievements of their victorious braves. They addressed the scalps as " sisters " (to be called a squaw is the greatest insult that can be offered to an Indian), and, spitting at them, upbraided them with their rashness in leaving their lodges to seek for Yuta husbands ; " that the Yuta warriors and young men despised them, and chastised them for their forwardness and presumption, bringing back their scalps to their own women." After sufficiently proving that they had any- thing but lost the use of their tongues, but pos- sessed, on the contrary, as fair a length of that formidable weapon as any of their sex, they with- drew, and left the field in undisputed possession of the men; who, accompanied by tap of drum, 76 IN THE OLD WEST and by the noise of many rattles, broke out into a war-song, in which their own valor was by no means hidden in a bushel, or modestly refused the light of day. After this came the more interest- ing ceremony of a warrior " counting his coups." A young brave, with his face painted black, mounted on a white horse mysteriously marked with red clay, and naked to the breech-clout, hold- ing in his hand a long taper lance, rode into the circle, and paced slowly round it; then, flourish- ing his spear on high, he darted to the scalp-pole, round which the warriors were now seated in a semicircle; and in a loud voice, and with furious gesticulations, related his exploits, the drums tap- ping at the conclusion of each. On his spear hung seven scalps, and holding it vertically above his head, and commencing with the top one, he told the feats in which he had raised the trophy hair. When he had run through these the drums tapped loudly, and several of the old chiefs shook their rattles, in corroboration of the truth of his achievements. The brave, swelling with pride, then pointed to the fresh and bloody scalps hang- ing on the pole. Two of these had been torn from the heads of Rapahos struck by his own hand, and this feat, the exploit of the day, had entitled him to the honor of counting his coups. Then, stick- ing his spear into the ground by the side of the pole, he struck his hand twice on his brawny and naked chest, turned short round, and, swift as IN THE OLD WEST 77 the antelope, galloped into the plain, as if over- come by the shock his modesty had received in be- ing obliged to recount his own high-sounding deeds. "Wagh!" exclaimed old Killbuck, as he left the circle, pointing his pipe-stem towards the fast- fading figure of the brave, " that Injun's heart's about as big as ever it will be, I'm thinking." With the Yutas, Killbuck and La Bonte re- mained during the winter; and when the spring sun had opened the icebound creeks, and melted the snow on the mountains, and its genial warmth had expanded the earth and permitted the roots of the grass to " live " once more, and throw out green and tender shoots, the two trappers bade adieu to the hospitable Indians, who broke up their village in order to start for the valleys of the Del Norte. As they followed the trail from the Bayou, at sundown, just as they thought of camp- ing, they observed ahead of them a solitary horse- man * riding along, followed by three mules. His hunting-frock of fringed buckskin, and the rifle resting across the horn of his saddle, at once pro- claimed him white ; but as he saw the mountaineers winding through the canon, driving before them half-a-dozen horses, he judged they might possibly be Indians and enemies, the more so as their dress was not the usual costume of the whites. The trappers, therefore, saw the stranger raise the rifle * Evidently Ruxton himself. (Ed.) 78 IN THE OLD WEST in the hollow of his arm, and gathering up his horse, ride steadily to meet them, as soon as he observed they were but two ; two to one in moun- tain calculation being scarcely considered odds, if red skin to white. However, on nearing them, the stranger dis- covered his mistake, and throwing his rifle across the saddle once more reined in his horse and waited their approach; for the spot where he then stood presented an excellent camping-ground, with abun- dance of dry wood and convenient water. " Where from, stranger ? " " The divide, and to the Bayou for meat ; and you are from there, I see. Any buffalo come in yet?" " Heap, and seal-fat at that. What's the sign out on the plains ? " " War-party of Rapahos passed Squirrel at sundown yesterday, and nearly raised my animals. Sign, too, of more on left fork of Boiling Spring. No buffalo between this and Bijou. Do you feel like camping? " " Well, we do. But whar's your campan- yeros ? " " I'm alone." " Alone? Wagh! how do you get your animals along? " " I go ahead, and they follow the horse." " Well, that beats all ! That's a smart-looking hoss, now; and runs some, I'm thinking." IN THE OLD WEST 79 " Well, it does." "Whar's them mules from? They look like Californy." " Mexican country — away down south." « H— ! Whar's yourself from? " " There away, too." " What's beaver worth in Taos ? " " Dollar." "In Saint Louiy? " " Same." " H— ! Any call for buckskin? " " A heap ! The soldiers in Santa Fe are half froze for leather ; and moccasins fetch two dollars easy." " Wagh ! How's trade on Arkansa, and what's doin' to the Fort?" " Shians at Big Timber, and Bent's people trad- ing smart. On North Fork, Jim Waters got a hundred pack right off, and Sioux making more." "Whar's Bill Williams?" " Gone under, they say : the Diggers took his hair." " How's powder goin' ? " " Two dollars a pint." "Bacca?" " A plew a plug." " Got any about you? " " Have so." " Give us a chaw ; and now let's camp." Whilst unpacking their own animals, the two 80 IN THE OLD WEST trappers could not refrain from glancing, every now and then, with no little astonishment, at the solitary stranger they had so unexpectedly en- countered. If truth be told, his appearance not a little perplexed them. His hunting-frock of buckskin, shining with grease, and fringed panta- loons, over which the well-greased butcher-knife had evidently been often wiped after cutting his food or butchering the carcass of deer and buffalo, were of genuine mountain-make. His face, clean shaved, exhibited, in its well-tanned and weather- beaten complexion, the effects of such natural cos- metics as sun and wind ; and under the mountain- hat of felt which covered his head, long uncut hair hung in Indian fashion on his shoulders. All this would have passed muster, had it not been for the most extraordinary equipment of a double-bar- reled rifle, which, when it had attracted the eyes of the mountaineers, elicited no little astonish- ment, not to say derision. But perhaps nothing excited their admiration so much as the perfect docility of the stranger's animals, which, almost like dogs, obeyed his voice and call; and albeit that one, in a small sharp head and pointed ears, expanded nostrils, and eye twinkling and mali- cious, exhibited the personification of a lurking devil, yet they could not but admire the perfect ease with which even- this one, in common with the rest, permitted herself to be handled. Dismounting, and unhitching from the horn of IN THE OLD WEST 81 his saddle the coil of skin rope, one end of which was secured round the neck of the horse, he pro- ceeded to unsaddle; and whilst so engaged, the three mules, two of which were packed, one with the unbutchered carcass of a deer, the other with a pack of skins, &c., followed leisurely into the space chosen for the camp, and, cropping the grass at their ease, waited until a whistle called them to be unpacked. The horse was a strong square-built bay; and although the severities of a prolonged winter, with scanty pasture and long and trying travel, had robbed his bones of fat and flesh, tucked up his flank, and " ewed " his neck, still his clean and well-set legs, oblique shoulder, and withers fine as a deer's, in spite of his gaunt half-starved appear- ance, bore ample testimony as to what he had been; while his clear cheerful eye, and the hearty appetite with which he fell to work on the coarse grass of the bottom, proved that he had something in him still, and was game as ever. His tail, gnawed by the mules in days of strait, attracted the observant mountaineers. " Hard doin's when it come to that," remarked La Bonte. Between the horse and two of the mules a mu- tual and great affection appeared to subsist, which was no more than natural, when their mas- ter observed to his companions that they had traveled together upwards of two thousand miles. 82 IN THE OLD WEST One of these mules was a short, thick-set, stumpy animal, with an enormous head surmounted by proportionable ears, and a pair of unusually large eyes, beaming the most perfect good temper and docility (most uncommon qualities in a mule). Her neck was thick, and rendered more so in ap- pearance by reason of her mane not being roached (or, in English, hogged), which privilege she alone enjoyed of the trio; and her short strong legs, ending in small, round, cat-like hoofs, were feath- ered with a profusion of dark-brown hair. As she stood stock-still whilst the stranger re- moved the awkwardly packed deer from her back, she flapped her huge ears backward and forward, occasionally turning her head, and laying her cold nose against her master's cheek. When the pack was removed he advanced to her head, and rest- ing it on his shoulder, rubbed her broad and griz- zled cheeks with both his hands for several min- utes, the old mule laying her ears, like a rab- bit, back upon her neck, and with half-closed eyes enjoyed mightily the manipulation. Then, giv- ing her a smack upon the haunch, and a " hep-a " well known to the mule kind, the old favorite threw up her heels and cantered off to the horse, who was busily cropping the buffalo grass on the bluff above the stream. Great was the contrast between the one just described and the next which came up to be di- vested of her pack. She, a tall beautifully-shaped IN THE OLD WEST 83 Mexican mule, of a light mouse color, with a head like a deer's, and long springy legs, trotted up obedient to the call, but with ears bent back and curled-up nose, and tail compressed between her legs. As her pack was being removed, she groaned and whined like a dog as a thong or loosened strap touched her ticklish body, lifting her hind quar- ters in a succession of jumps or preparatory kicks, and looked wicked as a panther. When nothing but the fore pack-saddle remained, she had worked herself into the last stage; and as the stranger cast loose the girth of buffalo-hide, and was about to lift the saddle and draw the crupper from the tail, she drew her hind legs under her, more tightly compressed her tail, and almost shrieked with rage. " Stand clear," he roared (knowing what was coming), and raised the saddle, when out went her hind legs, up went the pack into the air, and, with it dangling at her heels, away she tore, kicking the offending saddle as she ran. Her master, however, took this as matter of course, followed her and brought back the saddle, which he piled on the others to windward of the fire one of the trappers was kindling. Fire-making is a simple process with the mountaineers. Their bullet- pouches always contain a flint and steel, and sun- dry pieces of "punk"* or tinder; and pulling a handful of dry grass, which they screw into a nest, they place the lighted punk in this, and, * A pithy substance found in dead trees. 84 IN THE OLD WEST closing the grass over it, wave it in the air, when it soon ignites, and readily kindles the dry sticks forming the foundation of the fire. The tidbits of the deer the stranger had brought in were soon roasting over the fire ; whilst, as soon as the burning logs had deposited a sufficiency of ashes, a hole was raked in them, and the head of the deer, skin, hair, and all, placed in this primi- tive oven, and carefully covered with the hot ashes. A " heap " of fat meat in perspective, our moun- taineers enjoyed their anteprandial pipes, recount- ing the news of the respective regions whence they came ; and so well did they like each other's com- pany, so sweet was the honeydew tobacco of which the strange hunter had good store, so plentiful the game about the creek, and so abundant the pasture for their winter-starved animals, that be- fore the carcass of the two-year buck had been more than four-fifths consumed — and although rib after rib had been picked and chucked over their shoulders to the wolves, and one fore leg and the " bit " of all, the head, were still cooked before them — the three had come to the resolu- tion to join company, and hunt in their present locality for a few days at least — the owner of the " two-shoot " gun volunteering to fill their horns with powder, and find tobacco for their pipes. Here, on plenty of meat, of venison, bear, and antelope, they merrily luxuriated; returning after IN THE OLD WEST 85 their daily hunts to the brightly-burning camp- fire, where one always remained to guard the ani- mals, and unloading their packs of meat (all choic- est portions), ate late into the night, and, smok- ing, wiled away the time in narrating scenes in their hard-spent lives, and fighting their battles o'er again. The younger of the trappers, he who has fig- ured under the name of La Bonte, had excited, by scraps and patches from his history, no little curi- osity in the stranger's mind to learn the ups and downs of his career ; and one night, when they as- sembled earlier than usual at the fire, he pre- vailed upon the modest trapper to " unpack " some passages in his wild adventurous life. " Maybe," commenced the mountaineer, " you both remember when old Ashley went out with the biggest kind of band to trap the Columbia and head-waters of Missoura and Yellow Stone. Well, that was the time this nigger first felt like taking to the mountains." This brings us back to the year of our Lord 1825; and perhaps it will be as well, in order to render La JBonte's mountain language intelligible, to translate it at once into tolerable English, and to tell in the third person, but from his own lips, the scrapes which befell him in a sojourn of more than twenty years in the Far West, and the causes that impelled him to quit the comfort and civili- zation of his home, to seek the perilous but en- 86 IN THE OLD WEST gaging life of a trapper of the Rocky Moun- tains. La Bonte * was raised in the state of Mississippi, not far from Memphis, on the left bank of that huge and snag-filled river. His father was a Saint Louis Frenchman, his mother a native of Tennes- see. When a boy, our trapper was " some," he said, with the rifle, and always had a hankering for the West; particularly when, on accompany- ing his father to Saint Louis every spring, he saw the different bands of traders and hunters start upon their annual expeditions to the mountains. Greatly did he envy the independent insouciant trappers, as, in all the glory of beads and buck- skin, they shouldered their rifles at Jake Hawk- en's door (the rifle-maker of Saint Louis), and bade adieu to the cares and trammels of civilized life. However, IJke a thoughtless beaver-kitten, he put his foot into a trap one fine day, set by Mary Brand,f a neighbor's daughter, and esteemed " some punkins " — or, in other words, toasted as the beauty of the county — by the suscep- tible Mississippians. From that moment he was " gone beaver ; " " he felt queer," he said, " all over, like a buffalo shot in the lights ; he had no *The name of this trapper is perpetuated in La Bonte" Creek, which enters the Platte River 66 miles above the mouth of the Laramie, on the old Oregon trail. (Ed.} fMary Chase. See introduction to this volume. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 87 relish for mush and molasses; hominy arid johnny cakes failed to excite his appetite. Deer and tur- keys ran by him unscathed ; he didn't know, he said, whether his rifle had hind-sights or not. He felt bad, that was a fact; but what ailed him he didn't know." Mary Brand — Mary Brand — Mary Brand! the old Dutch clock ticked it. Mary Brand! his head throbbed it when he lay down to sleep. Mary Brand! his riflelock spoke it plainly when he cocked it, to raise a shaking sight at a deer. Mary Brand, Mary Brand! the whip-poor-will sang it instead of her own well-known note ; the bull-frogs croaked it in the swamp, and mosquitoes droned it in his ear as he tossed about his bed at night, wakeful, and striving to think what ailed him. Who could that strapping young fellow who passed the door just now be going to see? Mary Brand : Mary Brand. And who can big Pete Her- ring be dressing that silver-fox skin so carefully for? For whom but Mary Brand? And who is it that jokes and laughs and dances with all the " boys " but him ; and why ? Who but Mary Brand: and because the love- sick booby carefully avoids her. " And Mary Brand herself — what is she like? " " She's some now ; that is a fact, and the big- gest kind of punkin at that," would have been the answer from any man, woman, or child in the 88 IN THE OLD WEST county, and truly spoken too ; always understand- ing that the pumpkin is the fruit by which the ne plus ultra of female perfection is expressed amongst the figuratively-speaking westerns. Being an American woman, of course she was tall, and straight and slim as a hickory sapling, well formed withal, with rounded bust, and neck white and slender as the swan's. Her features were small, but finely chiselled : and in this, it may be remarked, the lower orders of the American woman differ from and far surpass the same class in England, or elsewhere, where the features, al- though far prettier, are more vulgar and common- place. Mary Brand had the bright blue eye, thin nose, and small but sweetly-formed mouth, the too fair complexion and dark-brown hair, which characterize the beauty of the Anglo-American, the heavy masses (hardly curls) that fell over her face and neck contrasting with her polished whiteness. Such was Mary Brand; and when to her good looks are added a sweet disposition and all the best qualities of a thrifty housewife, it must be allowed that she fully justified the eulo- giums of the good people of Memphis. Well, to cut a love-story short, in doing which not a little moral courage is shown, young La Bonte fell desperately in love with the pretty Mary, and she with him; and small blame to her, for he was a proper lad of twenty — six feet in his moccasins — the best hunter and rifle-shot in IN THE OLD WEST 89 the country, with many other advantages too numerous to mention. But when did the course, &c., e'er run smooth? When the affair had be- come a recognized " courting " (and Americans alone know the horrors of such prolonged pur- gatory), they became, to use La Bonte's words, " awful fond," and consequently about once a- week had their tiffs and make-ups. However, on one occasion, at a husking, and during one of these tiffs, Mary, every inch a woman, to gratify some indescribable feeling, brought to her aid jealousy — that old serpent who has caused such mischief in this world; and by a flirtation over the corn-cobs with big Pete, La Bonte's former and only rival, struck so hard a blow at the latter's heart, that on the moment his brain caught fire, blood danced before his eyes, and he became like one possessed. Pete observed and enjoyed his struggling emotion — better for him had he minded his corn-shelling alone ; — and the more to annoy his rival, paid the most sedulous attention to pretty Mary. Young La Bonte stood it as long as human nature, at boiling heat, could endure,; but when Pete, in the exultation of his apparent triumph, crowned his success by encircling the slender waist of the girl with his arm, and snatching a sudden kiss, he jumped upright from his seat, and seiz- ing a small whiskey-keg which stood in the center of the corn-shellers, he hurled it at his rival, and 90 IN THE OLD WEST crying to him, hoarse with passion, " to follow if he was a man," he left the house. At that time, and even now, in the remoter States of the western country, rifles settled even the most trivial differences between the hot-blooded youths ; and of such frequent occurrence and in- variably bloody termination did these encounters become, that they scarcely produced sufficient ex- citement to draw together half-a-dozen spectators. In the present case, however, so public was the quarrel and so well known the parties concerned, that not only the people who had witnessed the affair, but all the neighborhood, thronged to the scene of action, in a large field in front of the house, where the preliminaries of a duel between Pete and La Bonte were being arranged by their respective friends. Mary, when she discovered the mischief her thoughtlessness was likely to occasion, was almost beside herself with grief, but she knew how vain it would be to attempt to interfere. The poor girl, who was most ardently attached to La Bonte, was carried swooning into the house, where all the women congregated, and were locked in by old Brand, who, liimself an old pioneer, thought but little of bloodshed, but refused to let the women folk witness the affray. Preliminaries arranged, the combatants took up their respective positions at either end of a space marked for the purpose, at forty paces from each IN THE OLD WEST 91 other. They were both armed with heavy rifles, and had the usual hunting pouches, containing ammunition, hanging over the shoulder. Stand- ing with the butts of their rifles on the ground, they confronted each other ; and the crowd, draw- ing away a few paces only on each side, left one man to give the word. This was the single word " fire ; " and after this signal was given, the com- batants were at liberty to fire away until one or the other dropped. At the word, both the men quickly raised their rifles to the shoulder; and whilst the sharp cracks instantaneously rang, they were seen to flinch, as either felt the pinging sensation of a bullet enter- ing his flesh. Regarding each other steadily for a few moments, the blood running down La Bonte's neck from a wound under the left jaw, whilst his opponent was seen to place his hand once to his right breast, as if to feel the position of his wound, they commenced reloading their rifles. But as Pete wTas in the act of forcing down the ball with his long hickory wiping-stick, he sud- denly dropped his right arm — the rifle slipped from his grasp — and, reeling for a moment like a drunken man, he fell dead to the ground. Even here, however, there was law of some kind or another; and the consequences of the duel were, that the constables were soon on the trail of La Bonte to arrest him. He easily avoided them; and, taking to the woods, lived for several days in 92 IN THE OLD WEST as wild a state as the beasts he hunted and killed for his support. Tired of this, he at last resolved to quit the country and betake himself to the mountains, for which life he had ever felt an inclination. When, therefore, he thought the officers of jus- tice had grown slack in their search of him, and that the coast was comparatively clear, he deter- mined to start on his distant expedition to the Far West. Once more, before he carried his project into execution, he sought and obtained a last inter- view with Mary Brand. " Mary," said he, " I'm about to break. They're hunting me like a fall buck, and I'm bound to quit. Don't think any more about me, for I shall never come back." Poor Mary burst into tears, and bent her head on the table near which she sat. When she again raised it, she saw La Bonte, his long rifle upon his shoulder, striding with rapid steps from the house. Year after year rolled on, and he did not return. CHAPTER III A FEW days after his departure, La Bonte found himself at St. Louis, the empor- ium of the fur-trade, and the fast-rising metropolis of the precocious settlements of the West. Here, a prey to the agony of mind which jealousy, remorse, and blighted love mix into a very puchero of misery, he got into the company of certain rowdies, a class that every western city particularly abounds in; and anxious to drown his sorrows in any way, and quite unscrupulous as to the means, he plunged into all the vicious excitements of drinking, gambling, and fighting, which form the every-day amusements of the ris- ing generation of St. Louis. Perhaps in no other part of the United States — where, indeed, humanity is frequently to be seen in many curious and unusual phases — is there a population so marked in its general character, and at the same time divided into such distinct classes, as in the above-named city. Dating, as it does, its foundation from yesterday,* — for what are * He means as an American city. St. Louis was founded by the French in 1764; transferred to the United States in 1804. (Ed.) 94 IN THE OLD WEST forty years in the growth of a metropolis ? — its founders are now scarcely past middle life, re- garding with astonishment the growing works of their hands ; and whilst gazing upon its busy quays, piled with grain and other produce of the West, its fleets of huge steamboats lying tier upon tier alongside the wharves, its well-stored ware- houses, and all the bustling concomitants of a great commercial depot, they can scarcely realize the memory of a few short years, when on the same spot nothing was to be seen but the miserable hovels of a French village — the only sign of com- merce being the unwieldy bateaux of the Indian traders, laden with peltries from the distant re- gions of the Platte and Upper Missouri. Where now intelligent and wealthy merchants walk erect, in conscious substantiality of purse and credit, and direct the commerce of a vast and well-peo- pled region, there stalked but the other day, in dress of buckskin, the Indian trader of the West; and all the evidences of life, mayhap, consisted of the eccentric vagaries of the different bands of trappers and hardy mountaineers who accom- panied, some for pleasure and some as escort, the periodically arriving bateaux, laden with the beaver-skins and buffalo-robes collected during the season at the different trading-posts in the Far West.* These, nevertheless, were the men whose hardy •Written in 1848. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 95 enterprise opened to commerce and the plow the vast and fertile regions of the West. Rough and savage though they were, they were the true pion- eers of that extraordinary tide of civilization which has poured its resistless current through tracts large enough for kings to govern, over a country now teeming with cultivation, where, a few short years ago, countless herds of buffalo roamed unmolested, where the bear and deer abounded, and the savage Indian skulked through the woods and prairies, lord of the unappreciated soil that now yields its prolific treasures to the spade and plow of civilized man. To the wild and half-savage trapper, who may be said to ex- emplify the energy, enterprise, and hardihood characteristic of the American people, divested of all the false and vicious glare with which a high state of civilization, too rapidly attained, has ob- scured their real and genuine character, in which the above traits are eminently prominent — to these men alone is due the empire of the West, destined in a few short years to become the most important of those confederated States compos- ing the mighty Union of North America. Sprung, then, out of the wild and adventurous fur-trade, St. Louis, still the emporium of that species of commerce, preserves even now, in the character of its population, many of the marked peculiarities distinguishing its early founders, who were identified with the primitive Indian in hardi- 96 IN THE OLD WEST hood and instinctive wisdom. Whilst the French portion of the population retain the thoughtless levity and frivolous disposition of their original source, the Americans of St. Louis, who may lay claim to be native, as it were, are as strongly dis- tinguished for determination and energy of char- acter as they are for physical strength and ani- mal courage; and are remarkable, at the same time, for a singular aptitude in carrying out com- mercial enterprises to successful terminations, ap- parently incompatible with the thirst of adventure and excitement which forms so prominent a feature in their character. In St. Louis and with her merchants have originated many commercial en- terprises of gigantic speculation, not confined to the immediate locality or to the distant Indian fur-trade, but embracing all parts of the con- tinent, and even a portion of the Old World. And here it must be remembered that St. Louis is situ- ated inland, at a distance of upwards of one thou- sand miles from the sea. Besides her merchants and upper class, who form a little aristocracy even here, a large portion of her population, still connected with the Indian and fur trade, preserve all their original character- istics, unacted upon by the influence of advancing civilization. There is, moreover, a large float- ing population of foreigners of all nations, who must possess no little amount of enterprise to be tempted to this spot, whence they spread over the IN THE OLD WEST 97 remote western tracts, still infested by the sav- age; so that, if any of their blood is infused into the native population, the characteristic energy and enterprise is increased, and not tempered down by the foreign cross. But perhaps the most singular of the casual population are the mountaineers, who, after sev- eral seasons spent in trapping, and with good store of dollars, arrive from the scene of their ad- ventures, wild as savages, determined to enjoy themselves, for a time, in all the gayety and dis- sipation of the western city. In one of the back streets of the town is a tavern well known as the Rocky-Mountain House; and hither the trappers resort, drinking and fighting* as long as their money lasts, which, as they are generous and lav- ish as Jack Tars, is for a few days only. Such scenes, both tragic and comic, as are enacted in the Rocky-Mountain House, are beyond the powers of pen to describe; and when a fandango is in progress, to which congregate the coquettish belles from " Vide Poche," * as the French portion of the suburb is nicknamed, the grotesque endeavors of the bear-like mountaineers to sport a figure on the light fantastic toe, and their insertions into the dance of the mystic jumps of Terpsichorean Indians when engaged in the " medicine " dances in honor of bear, of buffalo, or ravished scalp, are * Empty Pocket: A humorous nickname that the old French bestowed upon Carondelet. (Ed.) 98 IN THE OLD WEST such startling innovations on the choreographic art as would make the shade of Gallini quake and gibber in his pumps. Passing the open doors and windows of the Mountain House, the stranger stops short as the sounds of violin and banjo twang upon his ears, accompanied by extraordinary noises — sounding unearthly to the greenhorn listener, but recog- nized by the initiated as an Indian song roared out of the stentorian lungs of a mountaineer, who, patting his stomach with open hands to improve the necessary shake, choruses the well-known In- dian chant : — Hi — Hi — Hi — Hi Hi-i — Hi-i — Hi-i — Hi-i Hi-ya — hi-ya — hi-ya — hi-ya Hi-ya — hi-ya — hi-ya — hi-ya • Hi-ya — hi-ya — hi — hi, &c., &c., &c. and polishes off the high notes with a whoop which makes the old wooden houses shake again, as it rattles and echoes down the street. Here, over fiery " monaghahela," Jean Batiste, the sallow half-breed voyageur from the North — and who, deserting the service of the " North- West " (the Hudson's Bay Company), has come down the Mississippi, from the " Falls," to try the sweets and liberty of " free " trapping — hob- nobs with a stalwart leather-clad " boy," just re- IN THE OLD WEST 99 turned from trapping on the waters of Grand River, on the western side the mountains, who in- terlards his mountain jargon with Spanish words picked up in Taos and California. In one corner a trapper, lean and gaunt from the starving re- gions of the Yellow Stone, has just recognized an old camp any ero, with whom he hunted years before in the perilous country of the Blackfeet. 66 Why, John, old hoss, how do you come on? " "What! Meek, old 'coon! I thought you were under? " One from Arkansa stalks into the center of the room, with a pack of cards in his hand and a handful of dollars in his hat. Squatting cross- legged on a buffalo-robe, he smacks down the money and cries out " Ho, boys ! hyar's a deck, and hyar's the beaver " (rattling the coin) ; " who dar set his hoss ? Wagh ! " Tough are the yarns of wondrous hunts and Indian perils, of hairbreadth 'scapes and curious " fixes." Transcendent are the qualities of sun- dry rifles which call these hunters masters; " plum " is the " center " each vaunted barrel shoots ; sufficing for a hundred wigs is the " hair " each hunter has " lifted " from Indians' scalps ; multitudinous the " coups " he has " struck." As they drink so do they brag, first of their guns, their horses, and their squaws, and lastly of them- selves : and when it comes to that, " ware steel." La Bonte, on his arrival at St. Louis, found 100 IN THE OLD WEST himself one day in no less a place than this ; and here he made acquaintance with an old trapper about to start for the mountains in a few days, to hunt on the head-waters of Platte and Green River. With this man he resolved to start, and, having still some hundred dollars in cash, he im- mediately set about equipping himself for the ex- pedition. To effect this, he first of all visited the gun-store of Hawken, whose rifles are renowned in the mountains, and exchanged his own piece, which was of very small bore, for a regular mountain rifle. This was of very heavy metal, carrying about thirty-two balls to the pound, stocked to the muzzle, and mounted with brass ; its only orna- ment being a buffalo bull, looking exceedingly ferocious, which was not very artistically engraved upon the trap in the stock. Here, too, he laid in a few pounds of powder and lead, and all the necessaries for a long hunt. His next visit was to a smith's store, which smith was black by trade and black by nature, for he was a nigger, and, moreover, celebrated as being the best maker of beaver-traps in St. Louis; and of him he purchased six new traps, paying for the same twenty dollars — procuring, at the same time, an old trap-sack made of stout buffalo- skin in which to carry them. We next find La Bonte and his companion — one Luke, better known as Gouge-Eye, one of his eyes having been " gouged " in a mountain fray IN THE OLD WEST 101 — at Independence, a little town situated on the Missouri, several hundred miles above St. Louis, and within a short distance of the Indian frontier. Independence may be termed the prairie port of the western country. Here the caravans des- tined for Santa Fe, and the interior of Mexico, assemble to complete their necessary equipment. Mules and oxen are purchased, teamsters hired, and all stores and outfit laid in here for the long journey over the wide expanse of prairie ocean. Here, too, the Indian traders and the Rocky- Mountain trappers rendezvous, collecting in suffi- cient force to insure their safe passage through the Indian country. At the seasons of departure and arrival of these bands, the little town pre- sents a lively scene of bustle and confusion. The wild and dissipated mountaineers get rid of their last dollars in furious orgies, treating all comers to galore of drink, and pledging each other, in horns of potent whisky, to successful hunts and " heaps of beaver." When every cent has dis- appeared from their pouches, the free trapper often makes away with rifle, traps, and animals, to gratify his " dry " (for your mountaineer is never " thirsty ") ; and then, " hoss and beaver" gone, is necessitated to hire himself to one of the leaders of big bands, and hypothecate his serv- ices for an equipment of traps and animals. Thus La Bonte picked up three excellent mules for a mere song, with their accompanying pack-saddles, 102 IN THE OLD WEST apishamores* and lariats, and the next day, with Luke, " put out " for Platte. As they passed through the rendezvous, which was encamped on a little stream beyond the town, even our young Mississippian was struck with the novelty of the scene. Upwards of forty huge wagons, of Conestoga and Pittsburgh build, and covered with snow-white tilts, were ranged in a semicircle, or rather a horse-shoe form, on the flat open prairie, their long tongues (poles) pointing outwards; with the necessary harness for four pairs of mules, or eight yoke of oxen, lying on the ground beside them, spread in ready order for hitching up. Round the wagons groups of team- sters, tall, stalwart, young Missourians, were en- gaged in busy preparation for the start, greasing the wheels, fitting or repairing harness, smoothing ox-bows or overhauling their own moderate kits or " possibles." They were all dressed in the same fashion: a pair of homespun pantaloons, tucked into thick boots reaching nearly to the knee, and confined round the waist by a broad leathern belt, which supported a strong butcher-knife in a sheath. A coarse checked shirt was their only other covering, with a fur cap on the head. Numerous camp-fires surrounded the wagons, and near them lounged wild-looking mountaineers, easily distinguished from the " greenhorn " team- sters by their dresses of buckskin and their * Saddle-blanket made of buffalo-calf skin. IN THE OLD WEST 103 weather-beaten faces. Without an exception, these were under the influence of the rosy god; and one, who sat, the picture of misery, at a fire by himself — staring into the blaze with vacant countenance, his long matted hair hanging in un- kempt masses over his face, begrimed with the dirt of a week, and pallid with the effects of ar- dent drink — was suffering from the usual con- sequences of having " kept it up " beyond the usual point, paying the penalty in a fit of " hor- rors " — as delirium tremens is most aptly termed by sailors and the unprofessional. In another part, the merchants of the caravan and the Indian traders superintended the lading of the wagons or mule-packs. They were dressed in civilized attire, and some were even bedizened in St. Louis or eastern city dandyism, to the infinite disgust of the mountain men, who look upon a " bourge-way " (bourgeois) with most undis- guised contempt, despising the very simplest forms of civilization. The picturesque appear- ance of the encampment was not a little heightened by the addition of several Indians from the neigh- boring Shawnee settlement, who, mounted on their small active horses, on which they reclined rather than sat in negligent attitudes, quietly looked on at the novel scene, indifferent to the chaff in which the thoughtless teamsters indulged at their ex- pense. Numbers of mules and horses were picketed at hand, whilst a large herd of noble oxen were 104* IN THE OLD WEST being driven towards the camp — the wo-Tia of the teamsters sounding far and near, as they col- lected the scattered beasts in order to yoke up. As most of the mountain-men were utterly un- able to move from camp, Luke and La Bonte, with three or four of the most sober, started in com- pany, intending to wait on Blue, a stream which runs into the Caw or Kanzas River, until the " bal- ance " of the band came up. Mounting their mules, and leading the loose animals, they struck at once into the park-like prairie, and were speed- ily out of sight of civilization. It was the latter end of May, towards the close of the season of heavy rains, which in early spring render the climate of this country almost intoler- able, at the same time that they fertilize and thaw the soil, so long bound up by the winter's frosts. The grass was everywhere luxuriantly green, and gaudy flowers dotted the surface of the prairie. This term, however, should hardly be applied to the beautiful undulating scenery of this park-like country. Unlike the flat monotony of the Grand Plains, here well-wooded uplands, clothed with forest-trees of every species, and picturesque dells, through which run clear bubbling streams belted with gay-blossomed shrubs, everywhere present themselves ; whilst on the level meadow- land, topes of trees with spreading foliage afford a shelter to the game and cattle, and well-tim- bered knolls rise at intervals from the plain. IN THE OLD WEST 105 Many clear streams dashing over their pebbly beds intersect the country, from which, in the noonday's heat, the red-deer jump, shaking their wet sides as the noise of approaching man dis- turbs them ; and booming grouse rise from the tall luxuriant herbage at every step. Where the deep escarpments of the river-banks exhibit the section of the earth, a rich alluvial soil of surpassing depth courts the cultivation of civilized man; and in every feature it is evident that here nature has worked with kindliest and most bountiful hand. For hundreds of miles along the western or right bank of the Missouri does a country extend, with which, for fertility and natural resources, no part of Europe can stand comparison. Suffi- ciently large to contain an enormous population, it has, besides, every advantage of position, and all the natural capabilities which should make it the happy abode of civilized man. Through this unpeopled country the United States pours her greedy thousands, to seize upon the barren terri- tories of her feeble neighbor. Camping the first night on Black Jack, our mountaineers here cut each man a spare hickory wiping-stick for his rifle ; and La Bonte, who was the only greenhorn of the party, witnessed a sav- age ebullition of rage on the part of one of his companions, exhibiting the perfect unrestraint which these men impose upon their passions, and the barbarous anger which the slightest opposi- 106 IN THE OLD WEST tion to their will excites. One of the trappers, on arriving at the camping-place, dismounted from his horse, and, after divesting it of the saddle, en- deavored to lead his mule by the rope up to the spot where he wished to deposit his pack. Mule- like, however, the more he pulled the more stub- bornly she remained in her tracks, planting her fore legs firmly, and stretching out her neck with provoking obstinacy. Truth to tell, it does re- quire the temper of a thousand Jobs to manage a mule ; and in no case does the willful mulishness of the animal stir up one's choler more than in the very trick this one played, and which is a daily occurrence. After tugging ineffectually for sev- eral minutes, winding the rope round his body, and throwing himself suddenly forward with all his strength, the trapper actually foamed with passion ; and although he might have subdued the animal at once by fastening the rope with a half- hitch round its nose, this, with an obstinacy equal to that of the mule itself, he refused to attempt, preferring to vanquish her by main strength. Failing so to do, the mountaineer, with a volley of blasphemous imprecations, suddenly seized his rifle, and, leveling it at the mule's head, shot her dead. Passing the Wa-ka-rasha,* a well-timbered stream, they met a band of Osages going " to buffalo." These Indians, in common with some *Wakarusa. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 107 tribes of the Pawnees, shave the head, with the exception of a ridge from the forehead to the center of the scalp, which is reached or hogged like the mane of a mule, and stands erect, plas- tered with unguents, and ornamented with feathers of the hawk and turkey. The naked scalp is often painted in mosaic with black and red, the face with shining vermilion. This band were all naked to the breech-clout, the warmth of the sun hav- ing made them throw their dirty blankets from their shoulders. These Indians not unfrequently levy contributions on the strangers they accident- ally meet ; but they easily distinguish the deter- mined mountaineer from the incautious greenhorn, and think it better to let the former alone. Crossing Vermilion, the trappers arrived on the fifth day at Blue, where they encamped in the broad timber belting the creek, and there awaited the arrival of the remainder of the party. It was two days before they came up ; but the following day they started for the mountains, fourteen in number, striking a trail which follows the Big Blue in its course through the prairies, which, as they advanced to the westward, gradually smoothed away into a vast unbroken expanse of rolling plain. Herds of antelope began to show themselves, and some of the hunters, leaving the trail, soon returned with plenty of their tender meat. The luxuriant but coarse grass they had hitherto seen now changed into the nutritious and 108 IN THE OLD WEST curly buffalo grass, and their animals soon im- proved in appearance on the excellent pasture. In a few days, without any adventure, they struck the Platte River, its shallow waters (from which it derives its name) spreading over a wide and sandy bed, numerous sand-bars obstructing the sluggish current, nowhere sufficiently deep to wet the forder's knee. By this time, but few antelope having been seen, the party ran entirely out of meat ; and one whole day and part of another having passed without so much as a stray rabbit presenting itself, not a few objurgations on the buffalo grumbled from the lips of the hunters, who expected ere this to have reached the land of plenty. La Bonte killed a fine deer, however, in the river bottom, after they had encamped, not one particle of which remained after supper that night, but which hardly took the rough edge off their keen appetites. Although already in the buffalo range, no traces of these animals had yet been seen; and as the country afforded but little game, and the party did not care to halt and lose time in hunting for it, they moved along hungry and sulky, the theme of con- versation being the well-remembered merits of good buffalo-meat, — of fat fleece, hump-rib, and tenderloin ; of delicious " boudins," and marrow- bones too good to think of. La Bonte had never seen the lordly animal, and consequently but half believed the accounts of the mountaineers, who de- IN THE OLD WEST 109 scribed their countless bands as covering the prairie far as the eye could reach, and requiring days of travel to pass through ; but the visions of such dainty and abundant feeding as they des- canted on set his mouth watering, and danced before his eyes as he slept supperless, night after night, on the banks of the hungry Platte. One morning he had packed his animals before the rest, and was riding a mile in advance of the party, when he s&w on one side the trail, looming in the refracted glare which mirages the plains, three large dark objects without shape or form, which rose and fell in the exaggerated light like ships at sea. Doubting what it could be, he ap- proached the strange objects; and as the refrac- tion disappeared before him, the dark masses as- sumed a more distinct form, and clearly moved with life. A little nearer, and he made them out : they were buffalo. Thinking to distinguish him- self, the greenhorn dismounted from his mule and quickly hobbled her, throwing his lasso on the ground to trail behind when he wished to catch her. Then, rifle in hand, he approached the huge animals, and, being a good hunter, knew well to take advantage of the inequalities of the ground and face the wind ; by which means he crawled at length to within forty yards of the buffalo, which quietly cropped the grass, unconscious of danger. Now, for the first time, he gazed upon the noble beast he had so often heard of and longed to see. 110 IN THE OLD WEST With coal-black beard sweeping the ground as he fed, an enormous bull was in advance of the others, his wild brilliant eyes peering from an immense mass of shaggy hair, which covered his neck and shoulder. From this point his skin was smooth as one's hand, a sleek and shining dun, and his ribs were well covered with shaking flesh. Whilst leisurely cropping the short curly grass, he oc- casionally lifted his tail into the air, and stamped his foot as a fly or mosquito annoyed him — flap- ping the intruder with his tail, or snatching at the itching part with his ponderous head. When La Bonte had sufficiently admired the buffalo, he lifted his rifle, and, taking steady aim, and certain of his mark, pulled the trigger, ex- pecting to see the huge beast fall over at the re- port. What was his surprise and consternation, however, to see the animal only flinch when the ball struck him, and then gallop off, followed by the others, apparently unhurt. As is generally the case with greenhorns, he had fired too high, igno- rant that the only certain spot to strike a buffalo is but a few inches above the brisket, and that a higher shot is rarely fatal. When he rose from the ground he saw all the party halting in full view of his discomfiture; and when he joined them, loud were the laughs, and deep the regrets of the hungry at his first attempt. However, they now knew that they were in the country of meat ; and a few miles farther, another IN THE OLD WEST 111 band of stragglers presenting themselves, three of the hunters went in pursuit, La Bonte taking a mule to pack in the meat. He soon saw them crawling towards the band, and shortly two puffs of smoke, and the sharp cracks of their rifles, showed that they had got within shot; and when he rode up, two fine buffaloes were stretched upon the ground. Now, for the first time, he was in- itiated in the mysteries of butchering. He watched the hunters as they turned the carcass on the belly, stretching out the legs to support it on each side. A transverse cut was then made at the nape of the neck, and, gathering the long hair of the boss in one hand, the skin was separated from the shoulder. It was then laid open from this point to the tail, along the spine, and then, freed from the sides and pulled down to the bris- ket, but still attached to it, was stretched upon the ground to receive the dissected portions. Then the shoulder was severed, the fleece removed from along the backbone, and the hump-ribs cut off with a tomahawk. All this was placed upon the skin ; and after the " boudins " had been with- drawn from the stomach, and the tongue — a great dainty — taken from the head, the meat was packed upon the mule, and the whole party hurried to camp rejoicing. There was merry-making in the camp that night, and the way they indulged their appetites — or, in their own language, " throwed " the meat " cold " IN THE OLD WEST — would have made the heart of a dyspeptic leap for joy or burst with envy. Far into the " still watches of the tranquil night," the fat-clad " de- pouille " saw its fleshy mass grow small by de- grees and beautifully less before the trenchant blades of the hungry mountaineers ; appetizing yards of well-browned " boudin " slipped glibly down their throats ; rib after rib of tender hump was picked and flung to the wolves ; and when human nature, with helpless gratitude, and con- fident that nothing of superexcellent comestibility remained, was lazily wiping the greasy knife that had done such good service, a skillful hunter was seen to chuckle to himself as he raked the deep ashes of the fire, and drew therefrom a pair of tongues so admirably baked, so soft, so sweet, and of such exquisite flavor, that a veil is considerately drawn over the effects their discussion produced in the mind of our greenhorn La Bonte, and the raptures they excited in the bosom of that, as yet, most ignorant mountaineer. Still, as he ate he wondered, and wondering admired, that nature, in giving him such profound gastronomic powers, and such transcendent capabilities of digestion, had yet bountifully provided an edible so peculiarly adapted to his ostrich-like appetite, that after consuming nearly his own weight in rich and fat buffalo-meat, he felt as easy and as little incom- moded as if he had lightly supped on strawberries and cream. IN THE OLD WEST 113 Sweet was the digestive pipe after such -a feast ; soft was the sleep and deep, which sealed the eyes of the contented trappers that night. It felt like the old thing, they said, to be once more amongst the " meat " ; and, as they were drawing near the dangerous portion of the trail, they felt at home; although they now could never be confident, when they lay down at night upon their buffalo-robes, of awaking again in this life, knowing, as they did, full well, that savage men lurked near, thirst- ing for their blood. However, no enemies showed themselves as yet, and they proceeded quietly up the river, vast herds of buffaloes darkening the plains around them, affording them more than abundance of the choic- est meat; but, to their credit be it spoken, no more was killed than was absolutely required — unlike the cruel slaughter made by most of the white travelers across the plains, who wantonly destroy these noble animals, not even for the ex- citement of sport, but in cold-blooded and insane butchery. La Bonte had practice enough to per- fect him in the art, and, before the buffalo range was passed, he was ranked as a first-rate hunter. One evening he had left the camp for meat, and was approaching a band of cows for that pur- pose, crawling towards them along the bed of a dry hollow in the prairie, when he observed them suddenly jump towards him, and immediately 1U IN THE OLD WEST afterwards a score of mounted Indians appeared, whom, by their dress, he at once knew to be Paw- nees and enemies. Thinking they might not dis- cover him, he crouched down in the ravine; but a noise behind caused him to turn his head, and he saw some five or six advancing up the bed of the dry creek, whilst several more were riding on the bluffs. The cunning savages had cut off his re- treat to his mule, which he saw in the possession of one of them. His presence of mind, however, did not desert him ; and seeing at once that to re- main where he was would be like being caught in a trap (as the Indians could advance to the edge of the bluff and shoot him from above), he made for the open prairie, determined at least to sell his scalp dearly, and make a good fight. With a yell the Indians charged, but halted when they saw the sturdy trapper deliberately kneel, and, resting his rifle on the wiping-stick, take a steady aim as they advanced. Full well the Pawnees know, to their cost, that a mountaineer seldom pulls his trigger without sending a bullet to the mark; and, certain that one at least must fall, they hesitated to make the onslaught. Steadily the white retreated with his face to the foe, bring- ing the rifle to his shoulder the instant that one advanced within shot, the Indians galloping round, firing the few guns they had amongst them at long distances, but without effect. One young brave, more daring than the rest, rode out of the crowd, IN THE OLD WEST 115 and dashed at the hunter, throwing himself, as he passed within a few yards, from the saddle, and hanging over the opposite side of his horse, thus presenting no other mark than his left foot. As he crossed La Bonte, he discharged his bow from under his horse's neck, and with such good aim, that the arrow, whizzing through the air, struck the stock of the hunter's rifle, which was at his shoulder, and, glancing off, pierced his arm, inflicting, luckily, but a slight wound. Again the Indian turned in his course, the others encourag- ing him with loud war-whoops, and once more, passing at still less distance, he drew his arrow to the head. This time, however, the eagle eye of the white detected the action, and suddenly ris- ing from his knee as the Indian approached (hang- ing by his foot alone over the opposite side of the horse), he jumped towards the animal with out- stretched arms and a loud yell, causing it to start suddenly, and swerve from its course. The In- dian lost his foot-hold, and, after a fruitless strug- gle to regain his position, fell to the ground; but instantly rose upon his feet and gallantly con- fronted the mountaineer, striking his hand upon his brawny chest and shouting a loud whoop of defiance. In another instant the rifle of La Bonte had poured forth its contents ; and the brave sav- age, springing into the air, fell dead to the ground, just as the other trappers, who had heard the fir- ing, galloped up to the spot. At sight of them 116 IN THE OLD WEST the Pawnees, with yells of disappointed vengeance, hastily retreated. That night La Bonte first lifted hair! A few days after, the mountaineers reached the point where the Platte divides into two great forks : the northern one, stretching to the north-west, skirts the eastern base of the Black Hills, and, sweeping round to the south, rises in the vicinity of the mountain valley called the New Park, re- ceiving the Laramie, Medicine Bow, and Sweet- water creeks. The other, or South Fork, strikes towards the mountains in a south-westerly direc- tion, hugging the base of the main chain of the Rocky Mountains ; and, fed by several small creeks, rises in the uplands of the Bayou Salade, near which is also the source of the Arkansa. To the forks of the Platte the valley of that river extends from three to five miles on each side, in- closed by steep sandy bluffs, from the summits of which the prairies stretch away in broad undulat- ing expanse to the north and south. The bot- tom, as it is termed, is but thinly covered with timber, the cotton woods being scattered only here and there ; but some of the islands in the broad bed of the stream are well wooded, leading to the inference that the trees on the banks have been felled by Indians who formerly frequented the neighborhood of this river as a chosen hunting- ground. As, during the long winters, the pasture in the vicinity is scarce and withered, the Indians IN THE OLD WEST 117 fefed their horses on the bark of the sweet cotton wood, upon which they subsist, and even fatten. Thus, wherever a village has encamped, the trunks of these trees strew the ground, their upper limbs and smaller branches peeled of their bark, and looking as white and smooth as if scraped with a knife. On the forks, however, the timber is heavier and of greater variety, some of the creeks being well wooded with ash and cherry, which break the mo- notony of the everlasting cotton wood. Dense masses of buffalo still continued to darken the plains, and numerous bands of wolves hovered round the outskirts of the vast herds, singling out the sick and wounded animals, and preying upon such calves as the rifles and arrows of the hunters had bereaved of their mothers. The white wolf is the invariable attendant upon the buffalo ; and when one of these persevering animals is seen, it is a certain sign that buffalo are not far distant. Besides the buffalo wolf, there are four distinct varieties common to the plains, and all more or less attendant upon the buffalo. These are, the black, the gray, the brown, and, last and least, the coyote or cayeute of the mountaineers, the wachunkamanet, or " medicine wolf " of the Indians, who hold the lat- ter animal in reverential awe. This little wolf, whose fur is of great thickness and beauty, is of diminutive size, but wonderfully sagacious, making 118 IN THE OLD WEST up by cunning what it wants in physical strength. In bands of from three to thirty they not unfre- quently station themselves along the " runs " of the deer and the antelope, extending their line for many miles ; and the quarry being started, each wolf follows in pursuit until tired, when it relin- quishes the chase to another relay, following slowly after until the animal is fairly run down, when all hurry to the spot and speedily consume the carcass. The cayeute, however, is often made a tool of by his larger brethren, unless, indeed, he acts from motives of spontaneous charity. When a hunter has slaughtered game, and is in the act of butchering it, these little wolves sit patiently at a short distance from the scene of operations, while at a more respectful one the larger wolves (the white or gray) lope hungrily around, licking their chops in hungry expectation. Not unfrequently the hunter throws a piece of meat towards the smaller one, who seizes it im- mediately, and runs off with the morsel in his mouth. Before he gets many yards with his prize, the large wolf pounces with a growl upon him, and the cayeute, dropping the meat, returns to his former position, and will continue his char- itable act as long as the hunter pleases to supply him. Wolves are so common on the plains and in the mountains, that the hunter never cares to throw away a charge of ammunition upon them, al- IN THE OLD WEST 119 though the ravenous animals are a constant source of annoyance to him, creeping to the camp-fire at night, and gnawing his saddles and apisha- mores, eating the skin ropes which secure the horses and mules to their pickets, and even their very hobbles, and not unfrequently killing or entirely disabling the animals themselves. Round the camp, during the night, the cayeute keeps unremitting watch, and the traveler not un- frequently starts from his bed with affright, as the mournful and unearthly chiding of the wolf breaks suddenly upon his. ear: the long-drawn howl being taken up by others of the band, until it dies away in the distance, or some straggler passing within hearing answers to the note, and howls as he lopes away. Our party crossed the south fork about ten miles from its juncture with the main stream, and then, passing the prairie, struck the north fork a day's travel from the other. At the mouth of an ash-timbered creek they came upon Indian " sign," and as now they were in the vicinity of the treacherous Sioux, they moved along with addi- tional caution, Frapp and Gonneville, two expe- rienced mountaineers, always heading the ad- vance. About noon they had crossed over to the left bank of the fork, intending to camp on a large creek where some fresh beaver sign had attracted the attention of some of the trappers ; and as, on 120 IN THE OLD WEST further examination, it appeared that two or three lodges of that animal were not far distant, it was determined to remain here a day or two, and set their traps. Gonneville, old Luke, and La Bonte, had started up the creek, and were carefully examining the banks for sign, when the former, who was in front, suddenly paused, and, looking intently up the stream, held up his hand to his companions to signal them to stop. Luke and La Bonte both followed the direction of the trapper's intent and fixed gaze. The former uttered in a suppressed tone the expressive exclamation, Wagh ! — the latter saw nothing but a wood-duck swimming swiftly down the stream, followed by her downy progeny. Gonneville turned his head, and, extending his arm twice with a forward motion up the creek, whispered, " Les sauvages." " Injuns, sure, and Sioux at that," answered Luke. Still La Bonte looked, but nothing met his view but the duck with her brood, now rapidly ap- proaching; and as he gazed, the bird suddenly took wing, and, flapping on the water, flew a short distance down the stream and once more settled on it. " Injuns? " he asked; " where are they? " " Whar? " repeated old Luke, striking the flint of his rifle, and opening the pan to examine the IN THE OLD WEST (priming. " What brings a duck a-streakin' it down stream if humans ain't behint her? and who's thar in these diggins but Injuns, and the worst kind? and we'd better push to camp, I'm think- ing, if we mean to save our hair." " Sign " sufficient, indeed, it was to all the trappers, who, on being apprised of it, instantly drove in their animals and picketed them; and hardly had they done so when a band of Indians made their appearance on the banks of the creek, from whence they galloped to the bluff which over- looked the camp at the distance of about six hun- dred yards ; and crowning this in number some forty or more, commenced brandishing their spears and guns, and whooping loud yells of defiance. The trappers had formed a little breastwork of their packs, forming a semicircle, the chord of which was made by the animals standing in a line, side by side, closely picketed and hobbled. Behind this defense stood the mountaineers, rifle in hand, and silent and determined. The Indians presently descended the bluff on foot, leaving their animals in charge of a few of the party, and, scattering, advanced, under cover of the sage-bushes which dotted the bottom, to about two hundred yards of the whites. Then a chief advanced before the rest, and made the sign for a talk with the Long- knives, which led to a consultation amongst the latter as to the policy of acceding to it. They were in doubts as to the nation these Indians be- IN THE OLD WEST longed to, some bands of the Sioux being friendly, and others bitterly hostile, to the whites. Gonneville, who spoke the Sioux language, and was well acquainted with the nation, affirmed they belonged to a band called the Yanka-taus,* well known to be the most evil-disposed of that treach- erous nation; another of the party maintained they were Brules, and that the chief advancing towards them was the well-known Tah-sha-tunga or Bull Tail, a most friendly chief of that tribe. The majority, however, trusted to Gonneville, and he volunteered to go out to meet the Indian, and hear what he had to say. Divesting himself of all arms save his butcher-knife, he advanced towards the savage, who awaited his approach enveloped in the folds of his blanket. At a glance he knew him to be a Yanka-tau, from the peculiar make of his moccasins, and the way in which his face was daubed with paint. " Howgh ! " exclaimed both as they met ; and, after a silence of a few moments, the Indian spoke, asking — " Why the Long-knives hid behind their packs when his band approached? Were they afraid, or were they preparing a dog-feast to en- tertain their friends? The whites were passing through his country, burning his wood, drinking his water, and killing his game ; but he knew they had now come to pay for the mischief they had done, and that the mules and horses they had * Yanktons. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 123 brought with them were intended as a present to their red friends. " He was Mah-to-ga-shane," he said, " the Brave Bear: his tongue was short, but his arm long; and he loved rather to speak with his bow and his lance than with the weapon of a squaw. He had said it : the Long-knives had horses with them and mules; and these were for him, he knew, and for his braves. Let the White-face go back to his people and return with the animals, or he, the Brave Bear, would have to come and take them; and his young men would get mad and would feel blood in their eyes; and then he would have no power over them; and the whites would have to go under." The trapper answered shortly. " The Long- knives," he said, " had brought the horses for themselves — their hearts were big, but not towards the Yanka-taus; and if they had to give up their animals, it would be to men and not squaws. They were not ' wah-keitcha ' * (French engages), but Long-knives; and, however short were the tongues of the Yanka-taus, theirs were still shorter, and their rifles longer. The Yanka- taus were dogs and squaws, and the Long-knives spat upon them." *The French Canadians are called wah-keitcha — "bad medicine " — by the Indians, who account them treacherous and vindictive, and at the same time less daring than the American hunters. IN THE OLD WEST Saying this, the trapper turned his back and rej oined his companions ; whilst the Indian slowly proceeded to his people, who, on learning the con- temptuous way in which their threats had been treated, testified their anger with loud yells ; and, seeking whatever cover was afforded, commenced a scattering volley upon the camp of the mountain- eers. The latter reserved their fire, treating with cool indifference the balls which began to rattle about them ; but as the Indians, emboldened by this apparent inaction, rushed for a closer position, and exposed their bodies within a long range, half- a-dozen rifles rang from the assailed, and two In- dians fell dead, one or two more being wounded. As yet, not one of the whites had been touched, but several of the animals had received wounds from the enemy's fire of balls and arrows. Indeed, the Indians remained at too great a distance to render the volleys from their crazy fusees anything like effectual, and had to raise their pieces con- siderably to make their bullets reach as far as the camp. After three of their band had been killed outright, and many more wounded, their fire began to slacken, and they drew off to a greater distance, evidently resolved to beat a re- treat. Retiring to the bluff, they discharged their pieces in a last volley, mounted their horses and galloped off, carrying their wounded with them. This last volley, however, although intended as a mere bravado, unfortunately proved fatal to one IN THE OLD WEST 125 of the whites. Gonneville, at the moment, was standing on a pack, to get an uninterrupted sight for a last shot, when one of the random bullets struck him in the breast. La Bonte caught him in his arms as he was about to fall, and laying the wounded trapper gently on the ground, stripped him of his buckskin hunting-frock, to examine the wound. A glance was sufficient to convince his companions that the blow was mortal. The ball had passed through the lungs ; and in a few mo- ments the throat of the wounded man swelled and turned to a livid blue color, as the choking blood ascended. Only a few drops of purple blood trickled from the wound — a fatal sign — and the eyes of the mountaineer were already glazing with death's icy touch. His hand still grasped the barrel of his rifle, which had done good service in the fray. Anon he essayed to speak, but, choked with blood, only a few inarticulate words reached the ears of his companions as they bent over him. " Rubbed — out — at — last," they heard him say, the words gurgling in his blood-filled throat ; and opening his eyes once more, and turning them upwards for a last look at the bright sun, the trapper turned gently on his side and breathed his last sigh. With no other tools than their scalp-knives, the hunters dug a grave on the banks of the creek ; and whilst some were engaged in this work, others 126 IN THE OLD WEST sought the bodies of the Indians they had slain in the attack, and presently returned with three reek- ing scalps, the trophies of the fight. The body of the mountaineer was wrapped in a buffalo-robe, the scalps being placed on his breast, and the dead man was then laid in the shallow grave, and quickly covered — without a word of prayer or sigh of grief ; for however much his companions may have felt, not a word escaped them. The bitten lip and frowning brow told of anger rather than of sorrow, as they vowed — what they thought would better please the spirit of the dead man than vain regrets — bloody and lasting revenge. Tramping down the earth which filled the grave, they raised upon it a pile of heavy stones ; and packing their mules once more, and taking a last look at their comrade's lonely resting-place, they turned their backs upon the stream, which has ever since been known as Gonneville's Creek. If the reader casts his eye over any of the recent maps of the western country which detail the fea- tures of the regions embracing the Rocky Moun- tains and the vast prairies at their bases, he will not fail to observe that many of the creeks or smaller streams which feed the larger rivers — as the Missouri, Platte, and Arkansa — are called by familiar proper names, both English and French. These are invariably christened after some unfor- tunate trapper killed there in Indian fight, or treacherously slaughtered by the lurking savages, IN THE OLD WEST 127 while engaged in trapping beaver on the stream. Thus alone is the memory of these hardy men per- petuated, at least of those whose fate is ascer- tained ; for many, in every season, never return from their hunting expeditions, but meet a sudden death from Indians, or a more lingering fate from accident or disease in some lonely gorge of the mountains, where no footfall save their own, or the heavy tread of the grizzly bear, disturbs the unbroken silence of the awful solitude. Then, as many winters pass without some old familiar faces making their appearance at the merry rendezvous, their long-protracted absence may perhaps elicit a remark, as to where such and such a mountain worthy can have betaken himself; to which the casual rejoinder of " Gone under, maybe," too often gives a short but certain answer. In all the philosophy of hardened hearts, our hunters turned from the spot where the un- mourned trapper met his death. La Bonte, how- ever, not yet entirely steeled by mountain life to a perfect indifference to human feeling, drew his hard hand across his eye, as the unbidden tear rose from his rough but kindly heart. He could not forget so soon the comrade he had lost; the companion in the hunt or over the cheerful camp- fire ; the narrator of many a tale of dangers past — of sufferings from hunger, cold, thirst, and un- tended wounds — of Indian perils, and other vicis- situdes. One tear dropped from the young 128 IN THE OLD WEST hunter's eye, and rolled down his cheek — the last for many a long year. In the forks of the northern branch of the Platte, formed by the junction of the Laramie, they found a big village of the Sioux encamped near the station of one of the fur companies. Here the party broke up ; many, finding the alco- hol of the traders an impediment to their further progress, remained some time in the vicinity, while La Bonte, Luke, and a trapper named Marcelline, started in a few days to the mountains, to trap on Sweetwater and Medicine Bow. They had lei- sure, however, to observe all the rascalities con- nected with the Indian trade, although at this season (August) hardly commenced. However, a band of Indians having come in with several packs of last year's robes, and being anxious to start speedily on their return, a trader from one of the forts had erected his lodge in the village. Here he set to work immediately to induce the Indians to trade. First, a chief appoints three " soldiers " to guard the trader's lodge from intru- sion ; and these sentries amongst the thieving fra- ternity can be invariably trusted. Then the In- dians are invited to have a drink — a taste of the fire-water being given to all to incite them to trade. As the crowd presses upon the entrance to the lodge, and those in rear become impatient, some large-mouthed savage who has received a portion of the spirit makes his way, with his mouth full IN THE OLD WEST 129 of the liquor and cheeks distended, through the throng, and is instantly surrounded by his par- ticular friends. Drawing the face of each, by turns, near his own, he squirts a small quantity into his open mouth, until the supply is exhausted, when he returns for more, and repeats the gener- ous distribution. When paying for the robes, the traders, in measuring out the liquor in a tin half-pint cup, thrust their thumbs or the four fingers of the hand into the measure, in order that it may contain the less, or not unfrequently fill the bottom with melted buffalo fat, with the same object. So greedy are the Indians that they never discover the cheat, and, once under the influence of the liquor, cannot distinguish between the first cup of comparatively strong spirit, and the following ones diluted five hundred per cent., and poisonously drugged to boot. Scenes of drunkenness, riot, and bloodshed last until the trade is over. In the winter it occupies several weeks, during which period the Indians present the appearance, under the demoralizing influence of the liquor, of demons rather than of men. CHAPTER IV LA BONTE and his companions proceeded up the river, the Black Hills on their left hand, from which several small creeks or feeders swell the waters of the North Fork. Along these they hunted unsuccessfully for beaver sign, and it was evident the spring hunt had almost exter- minated the animal in this vicinity. Following Deer Creek to the ridge of the Black Hills, they crossed the mountain on to the waters of the Medi- cine Bow, and here they discovered a few lodges, and La Bonte set his first trap. He and old Luke finding cuttings near the camp, followed the sign along the bank, until the practiced eye of the latter discovered a slide, where the beaver had ascended the bank to chop the trunk of a cotton- wood, and convey the bark to its lodge. Taking a trap from his sack, the old hunter, after setting the trigger, placed it carefully under the water, where the slide entered the stream, securing the chain to the stem of a sapling on the bank ; while a stick, also attached to the trap by a thong, floated down the stream, to mark the position of the trap should the animal carry it away. A little further on, and near another run, three traps were 130 IN THE OLD WEST 131 set; and over these Luke placed a little stick, which he first dipped into a mysterious-looking phial containing his " medicine." * The next morning they visited the traps, and had the satisfaction of finding three fine beaver secured in the first three they visited, and the fourth, which had been carried away, they dis- covered by the float-stick a little distance down the stream, with a large drowned beaver between its teeth. The animals being carefully skinned, they re- turned to camp with the choicest portions of the meat, and the tails, on which they most luxuri- ously supped; and La Bonte was fain to confess that all his ideas of the superexcellence of buffalo were thrown in the shade by the delicious beaver- tail, the rich meat of which he was compelled to allow was " great eating," unsurpassed by tender- loin or " boudin," or other meat of whatever kind he had eaten of before. The country where La Bonte and his com- panions were trapping is very curiously situated in the extensive bend of the Platte which incloses the Black Hill range on the north, and which bounds the large expanse of broken tract known as the Laramie Plains, their southern limit being the base of the Medicine Bow Mountains. From the north-western corner of the bend, an incon- * A substance obtained from a gland in the scrotum of the beaver, and used to attract that animal to the trap. 132 IN THE OLD WEST siderable range extends to the westward, gradually increasing in height until it reaches an elevated plain, which forms a break in the stupendous chain of the Rocky Mountains, and affords the easy pas- sage now known as the Great, or South Pass. So gradual is the ascent of this portion of the mountain, that the traveler can scarcely believe he is crossing the dividing ridge between the waters which flow into the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, and that in a few minutes he can fling two sticks into two neighboring streams, one to be carried thousands of miles, traversed by the eastern waters in their course to the Gulf of Mexico, the other to be borne a lesser distance to the Gulf of California. The country is frequented by the Crows and Snakes, who are at perpetual war with the Shians and Sioux, following them often far down the Platte, where many bloody battles have taken place. The Crows are esteemed friendly to the whites ; but when on war expeditions, and " hair " their object, it is always dangerous to fall in with Indian war-parties, and particularly in the remote regions of the mountains, where they do not an- ticipate retaliation. Trapping with tolerable success in this vicinity, the hunters crossed over, as soon as the pre- monitory storms of approaching winter warned them to leave the mountains, to the waters of Green River, one of the affluents of the Colorado, intend- ing to winter at a rendezvous to be held in IN THE OLD WEST 133 Brown's Hole — an inclosed valley so called — which, abounding in game, and sheltered on every side by lofty mountains, is a favorite wintering- ground of the mountaineers. Here they found several trapping bands already arrived; and a trader from the Uintah country, with store of powder, lead, and tobacco, prepared to ease them of their hard-earned peltries. Singly, and in bands numbering from two to ten, the trappers dropped into the rendezvous ; some with many pack-loads of beaver, others with greater or less quantity, and more than one on foot, having lost his animals and peltry by Indian thieving. Here were soon congregated many mountaineers, whose names are famous in the his- tory of the Far West. Fitzpatrick and Hatcher, and old Bill Williams, well-known leaders of trap- ping parties, soon arrived with their bands. Sublette came in with his men from Yellow Stone, and many of Wyeth's New Englanders were there. Chabonard with his half-breeds, Wah-keitchas all, brought his peltries from the lower country ; and half-a-dozen Shawanee and Delaware Indians, with a Mexican from Taos, one Marcelline, a fine strap- ping fellow, the best trapper and hunter in the mountains, and ever first in the fight. Here, too, arrived the " Bourgeois " traders of the " North- West " * Company, with their superior equipments, * The Hudson's Bay Company is so called by the Ameri- can trappers. 134 IN THE OLD WEST ready to meet their trappers, and purchase the beaver at an equitable value; and soon the trade opened, and the encampment assumed a busy ap- pearance. A curious assemblage did the rendezvous pre- sent, and representatives of many a land met there. A son of la belle France here lit his pipe from one proffered by a native of New Mexico. An Eng- lishman and a Sandwich Islander cut a quid from the same plug of tobacco. A Swede and an old Virginian puffed together. A Shawanee blew a peaceful cloud with a scion of the Six Nations. One from the Land of Cakes — a canny chiel — sought to " great round " (in trade) a right " smart" Yankee, but couldn't "shine." The beaver went briskly, six dollars being the price paid per Ib. in goods — for money is sel- dom given in the mountain market, where beaver is cash, for which the articles supplied by the traders are bartered. In a very short time pel- tries of every description had changed hands, either by trade, or by gambling with cards and betting. With the mountain-men bets decide every question that is raised, even the most trivial ; and if the editor of " Bell's Life " were to pay one of these rendezvous a winter visit, he would find the broad sheet of his paper hardly capacious enough to answer all the questions which would be referred to his decision. Before the winter was over, La Bonte had lost IN THE OLD WEST 135 all traces of civilized humanity, and might justly claim to be considered as " hard a case " as any of the mountaineers then present. Long before the spring opened, he had lost all the produce of his hunt and both his animals, which, however, by a stroke of luck, he recovered, and wisely held on to for the future. Right glad when spring appeared, he started from Brown's Hole, with four companions, to hunt the Uintah or Snake country, and the affluents of the larger streams which rise in that region and fall into the Gulf of California. In the valley of the Bear River they found beaver abundant, and trapped their way west- ward until they came upon the famed locality of the Beer and Soda Springs — natural fountains of mineral water, renowned amongst the trappers as being " medicine " of the first order. Arriving one evening, about sundown, at the Bear Spring, they found a solitary trapper sit- ting over the rocky basin, intently regarding, with no little awe, the curious phenomenon of the bubbling gas. Behind him were piled his saddles and a pack of skins, and at a little distance a hobbled Indian pony fed amongst the cedars which formed a grove round the spring. As the three hunters dismounted from their animals, the lone trapper scarcely noticed their arrival, his eyes being still intently fixed upon the water. Look- ing round at last, he was instantly recognized 136 IN THE OLD WEST by one of La Bonte's companions, and saluted as " Old Rube." Dressed from head to foot in buckskin, his face, neck, and hands appeared to be of the same leathery texture, so nearly did they assimilate in color to the materials of his dress. He was at least six feet two or three in his moccasins, straight-limbed and wiry, with long arms ending in hands of tremendous grasp, and a quantity of straight black hair hanging on his shoulders. His features, which were undeni- ably good, wore an expression of comical gravity, never relaxing into a smile, which a broad good- humored mouth could have grinned from ear to ear. " What, boys ! " he said, " will you be simple enough to camp here alongside these springs? Nothing good ever came of sleeping here, I tell you, and the worst kind of devils are in those dancing waters." "Why, old hoss," cried La Bonte, "what brings you hyar then, and camp at that? " " This nigger," answered Rube, solemnly, " has been down'd upon a sight too often to be skeared by what can come out from them waters ; and thar arn't a devil as hisses thar as can shine with this child, I tell you. I've tried him onest, an' f out him to clawin' away to Eustis ; * and if * A small lake near the head-waters of the Yellow Stone, near which are some curious thermal springs of ink-black water. IN THE OLD WEST 137 I draws my knife again on such varmint, I'll raise his hair, as sure as shootin'. " Spite of the reputed dangers of the locality, the trappers camped on the spot, and many a draught of the delicious sparkling water they quaffed in honor of the " medicine " of the fount. Rube, however, sat sulky and silent, his huge form bending over his legs, which were crossed, Indian fashion, under him, and his long bony fingers spread over the fire, which had been made handy to the spring. At last they elicited from him that he had sought this spot for the purpose of " making medicine," having been persecuted by extraordinary ill-luck, even at this early period of his hunt — the Indians having stolen two out of his three animals, and three of his half-dozen traps. He had therefore sought the springs for the purpose of invoking the fountain spirits, which, a perfect Indian in his simple heart, he implicitly believed to inhabit their mysterious waters. When the others had, as he thought, fallen asleep, La Bonte observed the ill-starred trapper take from his pouch a curiously-carved red stone pipe, which he carefully charged with tobacco and kinnik-kinnik. Then approaching the spring, he walked three times round it, and gravely sat himself down. Striking fire with his flint and steel, he lit his pipe, and bending the stem three several times towards the water, he in- haled a vast quantity of smoke, and bending back 138 IN THE OLD WEST his neck and looking upwards, puffed it into the air. He then blew another puff towards the four points of the compass, and emptying the pipe into his hand, cast the consecrated contents into the spring, saying a few Indian " medicine " words of cabalistic import. Having performed the ceremony to his satisfaction, he returned to the fire, smoked a pipe on his own hook, and turned into his buffalo-robe, conscious of having done a most important duty. In the course of their trapping expedition, and accompanied by Rube, who knew the country well, they passed near the Great Salt Lake, a vast in- land sea, whose salitrose waters cover an extent of upwards of one hundred and forty miles in length, by eighty in breadth. Fed by several streams, of which the Big Bear River is the most considerable, this lake presents the curious phe- nomenon of a vast body of water without any known outlet. According to the trappers, an is- land, from which rises a chain of lofty mountains, nearly divides the north-western portion of the lake, whilst a smaller one, within twelve miles of the northern shore, rises six hundred feet from the level of the water. Rube declared to his compan- ions that the larger island was known by the In- dians to be inhabited by a race of giants, with whom no communication had ever been held by mortal man; and but for the casual wafting to the shores of the lake of logs of gigantic trees, IN THE OLD WEST 139 cut by axes of extraordinary size, the world would never have known that such a people existed. They were, moreover, white as themselves, and lived upon corn and fruits, and rode on ele- phants, &c. Whilst following a small creek at the south- west extremity of the lake, they came upon a band of miserable Indians, who, from the fact of their subsisting chiefly on roots, are called the Dig- gers. At first sight of the whites they immedi- ately fled from their wretched huts, and made towards the mountains ; but one of the trappers, galloping up on his horse, cut off their retreat, and drove them like sheep before him back to their village. A few of these wretched creatures came into camp at sundown, and were regaled with such meat as the larder afforded. They appeared to have no other food in their village but bags of dried ants and their larvae, and a few roots of the yampah. Their huts were constructed of a few bushes of greasewood, piled up as a sort of wind- break, in which they huddled in their filthy skins. During the night they crawled up to the camp and stole two of the horses, and the next morning not a sign of them was visible. Now La Bonte witnessed a case of mountain law, and the practi- cal effects of the lex talionis of the Far West. The trail of the runaway Diggers bore to the north-west, or along the skirt of a barren water- less desert, which stretches far away from the 140 IN THE OLD WEST southern shores of the Salt Lake to the borders of Upper California. La Bonte, with three others, determined to follow the thieves, recover their animals, and then rejoin the other two (Luke and Rube) on a creek two days' journey from their present camp. Starting at sunrise, they rode on at a rapid pace all day, closely follow- ing the trail, which led directly to the north-west, through a wretched sandy country, without game or water. From the appearance of the track, the Indians must still have been several hours ahead of them, when the fatigue of their horses, suffer- ing from want of grass and water, compelled them to camp near the head of a small water-course, where they luckily found a hole containing a little water, and whence a broad Indian trail passed, apparently frequently used. Long before day- light they were again in the saddle, and, after proceeding a few miles, saw the lights of several fires a short distance ahead of them. Halting here, one of the party advanced on foot to recon- noiter, and presently returned with the intelli- gence that the party they were in pursuit of had joined a village numbering thirty or forty huts. Loosening their girths, they permitted their tired animals to feed on the scanty herbage which presented itself, whilst they refreshed themselves with a pipe of tobacco — for they had no meat of any description with them, and the country afforded no game. As the first streak of dawn IN THE OLD WEST 141 appeared in the east, they mounted their horses, after first examining their rifles, and moved cau- tiously towards the Indian village. As it was scarcely light enough for their operations, they waited behind a sandhill in the vicinity until ob- jects became more distinct; and then, emerging from their cover with loud war-whoops, they charged abreast into the midst of the village. As the frightened Indians were scarcely risen- from their beds, no opposition was given to the daring mountaineers, who, rushing upon the fly- ing crowd, discharged their rifles at close quar- ters, and then, springing from their horses, at- tacked them knife in hand, and only ceased the work of butchery when nine Indians lay dead upon the ground. All this time the women, half dead with fright, were huddled together on the ground, howling piteously ; and the mountaineers, advancing to them, whirled their lassos round their heads, and, throwing the open nooses into the midst, hauled out three of them, and securing their arms in the rope, bound them to a tree, and then proceeded to scalp the dead bodies. Whilst they were engaged in this work, an old Indian, withered and grisly, and hardly bigger than an ape, suddenly emerged from a rock, hold- ing in his left hand a bow and a handful of arrows, whilst one was already drawn to the head. Run- ning towards them, and almost before the hunters were aware of his presence, he discharged an IN THE OLD WEST arrow at a few yards' distance, which buried it- self in the ground not a foot from La Bonte's head as he bent over the body of the Indian he was scalping; and hardly had the whiz ceased, when whirr flew another, striking him in his right shoul- der. Before the Indian could fit a third arrow to his bow, La Bonte sprang upon him, seized him by the middle, and spinning his pigmy form round his head as easily as he would have twirled a toma- hawk, he threw him with tremendous force on the ground at the feet of one of his companions, who, stooping down, coolly thrust his knife into the Indian's breast, and quickly tore off his scalp. The slaughter over, without casting an eye to the captive squaws, the trappers proceeded to search the village for food, of which they stood much in need. Nothing, however, was found but a few bags of dried ants, which, after eating voraciously of, but with wry mouths, they threw aside, saying the food was worse than " poor (bull." They found, however, the animals they had been robbed of, and two more besides — wretched half-starved creatures; and on these mounting their captives, they hurried away on their journey back to their companions, the dis- tance being computed at three days' travel from their present position. However, they thought, by taking a more direct course, they might find better pasture for their animals, and water, be- sides saving at least half a day by the short cut. IN THE OLD WEST 143 To their cost, they proved the old saying, that " a short cut is always a long road," as will be presently shown. It has been said that from the south-western extremity of the Great Salt Lake a vast desert extends for hundreds of miles, unbroken by the slightest vegetation, destitute of game and water, and presenting a cheerless expanse of sandy plain or rugged mountain, thinly covered with dwarf pine or cedar, the only evidence of vegetable life. Into this desert, ignorant of the country, the trappers struck, intending to make their short cut; and, traveling on all day, were compelled to camp at night without water or pasture for their exhausted animals, and themselves ravenous with hunger and parched with thirst. The next day three of their animals gave out, and they were fain to leave them behind; but imagining that they must soon strike a creek, they pushed on until noon, but still no water presented itself, nor a sign of game of any description. The ani- mals were nearly exhausted, and a horse which could scarcely keep up with the slow pace of the others was killed, and its blood greedily drunk — a portion of the flesh being eaten raw, and a supply carried with them for future emergencies. The next morning two of the horses lay dead at their pickets, and one only remained, and this in such a miserable state that it could not possibly have traveled six miles further. It was there- 144 IN THE OLD WEST fore killed, and its blood drunk, of which, how- ever, the captive squaws refused to partake. The men began to feel the effects of their consuming thirst, which the hot horse's blood only served to increase ; their lips became parched and swollen, their eyes bloodshot, and a giddy sickness seized them at intervals. About mid-day they came in sight of a mountain on their right hand, which ap- peared to be more thickly clothed with vegetation ; and arguing from this that water would be found there, they left their course and made towards it, although some eight or ten miles distant. On ar- riving at the base, the most minute search failed to discover the slightest traces of water, and the vegetation merely consisted of dwarf pifion and cedar. With their sufferings increased by the exertion they had used in reaching the mountain, they once more sought the trail, but every step told on their exhausted frames. The sun was very powerful; the sand over which they flound- ered was deep and heavy; and, to complete their sufferings, a high wind blew it in their faces, fill- ing their mouths and noses with its searching particles. Still they struggled onwards manfully, and not a murmur was heard until their hunger had en- tered the second stage upon the road to starva- tion. They had now been three days without food or water, under which privation nature can hardly sustain herself for a much longer period. IN THE OLD WEST 145 On the fourth morning the men looked wolfish, their captives following behind in sullen and per- fect indifference, occasionally stooping down to catch a beetle if one presented itself, and greedily devouring it. A man named Forey,* a Canadian half-breed, was the first to complain. " If this lasted another sundown," he said, " some of them would be rubbed out; that meat had to be raised anyhow; and for his part, he knew where to look for a feed, if no game was seen before they put out of camp on the morrow; and meat was meat, anyhow they fixed it." No answer was made to this, though his com- panions well understood him: their natures as yet revolted against the last expedient. As for the three squaws, all of them young girls, they fol- lowed behind their captors without a word of complaint, and with the stoical indifference to pain and suffering which alike characterizes the haughty Delaware of the North and the miserable stunted Digger of the deserts of the Far West. On the morning of the fifth day the party were seated round a small fire of pifion, hardly able to rise and commence their journey, the squaws squatting over another at a little distance, when Forey commenced again to suggest that, if noth- ing offered, they must either take the alternative of starving to death — for they could not hope to last another day — or have recourse to the * Also known as Furey. (Ed.) 146 IN THE OLD WEST revolting extremity of sacrificing one of the party to save the lives of all. To this, however, there was a murmur of dissent, and it was finally re- solved that all should sally out and hunt, for a deer-track had been discovered near the camp, which, although it was not a fresh one, proved that there must be game in the vicinity. Weak and exhausted as they were, they took their rifles and started for the neighboring uplands, each taking a different direction. It was nearly sunset when La Bonte returned to the camp, where he already espied one of his companions engaged in cooking something over the fire. Hurrying to the spot, overjoyed with the anticipations of a feast, he observed that the squaws were gone; but, at the same time, thought it was not improbable they had escaped during their absence. Approaching the fire, he observed Forey broiling some meat on the embers, whilst at a little distance lay what he fancied was the carcass of a deer. " Hurrah, boy ! " he exclaimed, as he drew near the fire. " You've made a raise, I see." *' Well, I have," rejoined the other, turning his meat with the point of his butcher-knife. " There's the meat, hoss — help yourself." La Bonte drew his knife from the scabbard, and approached the spot his companion was pointing to ; but what was his horror to see the yet quivering body of one of the Indian squaws, IN THE OLD WEST 147 with a large portion of the flesh butchered from it, part of which Forey was already greedily de- vouring. The knife dropped from his hand, and his heart rose to his throat. The next day he and his companion struck the creek where Rube and the other trapper had agreed to await them, and found them in camp with plenty of meat, and about to start again on their hunt, having given up the others for lost. From the day they parted, nothing was ever heard of La Bonte's other two companions, who doubtless fell a prey to utter exhaustion, and were unable to return to the camp. And thus ended the Digger expedition. It may appear almost incredible that men hav- ing civilized blood in their veins could perpetrate such wanton and cold-blooded acts of aggression on the wretched Indians as that detailed above ; but it is fact that the mountaineers never lose an opportunity of slaughtering these miserable Diggers, and attacking their villages, often for the purpose of capturing women, whom they carry off, and not unfrequently sell to other tribes, or to each other. In these attacks neither sex nor age is spared ; and your mountaineer has as little compunction in taking the life of an Indian woman, as he would have in sending his rifle-ball through the brain of a Crow or Black- foot warrior. La Bonte now found himself without animals, 148 IN THE OLD WEST and fairly afoot; consequently nothing remained for him but to seek some of the trapping bands, and hire himself for the hunt. Luckily for him, he soon fell in with Roubideau, on his way to Uintah, and was supplied by him with a couple of animals ; and thus equipped, he started again with a large band of trappers, who were going to hunt on the waters of Grand River and the Gila. Here they fell in with another nation of Indians, from which branch out the innumerable tribes inhabiting Northern Mexico and part of California. They were in general friendly, but lost no opportunity of stealing horses or any articles left lying about the camp. On one oc- casion, the trappers being camped on a northern affluent of the Gila, a volley of arrows was dis- charged amongst them, severely wounding one or two of the party as they sat round the camp-fires. The attack, however, was not renewed, and the next day the camp was moved further down the stream, where beaver was tolerably abundant. Before sundown a number of Indians made their appearance, and, making signs of peace, were ad- mitted into the camp. The trappers were all sitting at their suppers over the fires, the Indians looking gravely on, when it was remarked that now would be a good opportunity to retaliate upon them for the trouble their incessant attacks had entailed upon the camp. The suggestion was highly approved of, IN THE OLD WEST 149 and instantly acted upon. Springing to their feet, the trappers seized their rifles, and com- menced the slaughter. The Indians, panic- struck, fled without resistance, and numbers fell before the death-dealing rifles of the mountain- eers. A chief, who had been sitting on a rock near the fire where the leader of the trappers sat, had been singled out by the latter as the first mark for his rifle. Placing the muzzle to his heart, he pulled the trigger, but the Indian, with extraordinary tenac- ity of life, rose and grappled with his assailant. The white was a tall powerful man, but notwith- standing the deadly wound the Indian had re- ceived, he had his equal in strength to contend against. The naked form of the Indian twisted and writhed in his grasp as he sought to avoid the trapper's uplifted knife. Many of the lat- ter's companions advanced to administer the coup- de-grace to the savage, but the trapper cried to them to keep off: " If he couldn't whip the Injun," he said " he'd go under." At length he succeeded in throwing him, and, plunging his knife no less than seven times into his body, he tore off his scalp, and went in pursuit of the flying savages. In the course of an hour or two all the party returned, and, sitting by the fires, resumed their suppers, which had been in- terrupted in the manner just described. Walker, the captain of the band, sat down by the fire where 150 IN THE OLD WEST he had been engaged in the struggle with the In- dian chief, whose body was lying within a few paces of it. He was in the act of fighting the bat- tle over again to one of his companions, and was saying that the Indian had as much life in him as a buffalo bull, when, to the horror of all pres- ent, the savage, who had received wounds sufficient for twenty deaths, suddenly rose to a sitting pos- ture, the fire shedding a glowing light upon the horrid spectacle. The face was a mass of clotted blood, which flowed from the lacerated scalp, whilst gouts of blood streamed from eight gaping wounds in the naked breast. Slowly this frightful figure rose to a sitting pos- ture, and, bending slowly forward to the fire, the mouth was seen to open wide, and a hollow gurgling — owg-h-h — broke from it. " H — ! " exclaimed the trapper — and jumping up, he placed a pistol to the ghastly head, the eyes of which sternly fixed themselves on his, and, pull- ing the trigger, blew the poor wretch's skull to atoms. The Gila passes through a barren sandy coun- try, with but little game, and sparsely inhabited by several different tribes of the great nation of the Apache. Unlike the rivers of this western re- gion, this stream is, in most parts of its course, particularly towards its upper waters, entirely bare of timber, and the bottom, through which it runs, affords but little of the coarsest grass. IN THE OLD WEST 151 Whilst on this stream, the trapping party lost several animals for want of pasture, and many more from the predatory attacks of the cunning Indians. These losses, however, they invariably made good whenever they . encountered a native village — taking care, moreover, to repay them- selves with interest whenever occasion offered. Notwithstanding the sterile nature of the coun- try, the trappers, during their passage up the Gila, saw with astonishment that the arid and bar- ren valley had once been peopled by a race of men far superior to the present nomad tribes who roam over it. With no little awe they gazed upon the ruined walls of large cities, and the remains of houses, with their ponderous beams and joists, still testifying to the skill and industry with which they were constructed: huge ditches and irrigat- ing canals, now filled with rank vegetation, fur- rowed the plains in the vicinity, marking the spot where once green waving maize and smiling gar- dens covered what now is a bare and sandy desert. Pieces of broken pottery, of domestic utensils, stained with bright colors, everywhere strewed the ground ; and spear and arrow heads of stone, and quaintly-carved idols, and women's ornaments of agate and obsidian, were picked up often by the wondering trappers, examined with childlike curi- osity, and thrown carelessly aside.* * The Aztecs are supposed to have built this city during their migration to the south: there is little doubt, however, IN THE OLD WEST A Taos Indian, who was amongst the band, was evidently impressed with a melancholy awe as he regarded these ancient monuments of his fallen people. At midnight he rose from his blanket and left the camp, which was in the vicinity of the ruined city, stealthily picking his way through the line of slumbering forms which lay around; and the watchful sentinel observed him approach the ruins with a slow and reverential gait. En- tering the moldering walls, he gazed silently around, where in ages past his ancestors trod proudly, a civilized race, the tradition of which, well known to his people, served but to make their present degraded position more galling and ap- parent. Cowering under the shadow of a crum- bling wall, the Indian drew his blanket over his head, and conjured to his mind's eye the former power and grandeur of his race — that warlike people who, forsaking their own country for causes o-f which no tradition, however dim, now exists, sought in the fruitful and teeming valleys of the south a soil and climate which their own lands did not afford, and, displacing the wild and barbarous hordes inhabiting the land, raised there a mighty empire, great in riches and civiliza- tion. The Indian bowed his head, and mourned the but that the region extending from the Gila to the Great Salt Lake, and embracing the province of New Mexico, was the locality from which they emigrated. IN THE OLD WEST 153 fallen greatness of his tribe. Rising, he slowly drew his tattered blanket round his body, and pre- pared to leave the spot, when the shadow of a mov- ing figure, creeping past a gap in the ruined wall through which the moonbeams played, suddenly arrested his attention. Rigid as a statue, he stood transfixed to the spot, thinking a former inhabitant of the city was visiting, in a ghostly form, the scenes his body once knew so well. The bow in his right hand shook with fear as he saw the shadow approach, but was as tightly and steadily grasped when, on the figure emerging from the shade of the wall, he distinguished the form of a naked Apache, armed with bow and arrow, crawling stealthily through the gloomy ruins. Standing undiscovered within the shadow of the wall, the Taos raised his bow, and drew an ar- row to the head, until the other, who was bend- ing low to keep under cover of the wall, and thus approach the sentinel standing at a short dis- tance, seeing suddenly the well-defined shadow on the ground, rose upright on his legs, and, know- ing escape was impossible, threw his arms down his sides, and, drawing himself erect, exclaimed in a suppressed tone, " Wa-g-h ! " "Wagh!" exclaimed the Taos likewise, but quickly dropped his arrow point, and eased the bow. " What does my brother want," he asked, «* that 154 IN THE OLD WEST he lopes like a wolf round the fires of the white hunters?" " Is m j brother's skin not red ? " returned the Apache, " and yet he asks question that needs no answer. Why does the medicine-wolf follow the buffalo and deer ? For blood — and for blood the Indian follows the treacherous white from camp to camp, to strike blow for blow, until the deaths of those so basely killed are fully avenged." " My brother speaks Tnth a big heart, and his words are true; and though the Taos and Pimo (Apache) black their faces towards each other (are at war), here, on the graves of their com- mon fathers, there is peace between them. Let my brother go." The Apache moved quickly away, and the Taos oirce more sought the camp-fires of his white com- panions. Following the course of the Gila to the east- ward, they crossed a range of the Sierra Madre, which is a continuation of the Rocky Mountains, and struck the waters of the Rio del Norte below the settlements of New Mexico. On this stream they fared well ; besides trapping a great quantity of beaver, game of all kinds abounded, and the bluffs near the well-timbered banks of the river were covered with rich gramma grass, on which their half-starved animals speedily improved in condition. They remained for some weeks encamped on the IN THE OLD WEST 155 right bank of the stream, during which period they lost one of their number, shot with an ar- row whilst lying asleep within a few feet of the camp-fire. The Navajos continually prowl along that por- tion of the river which runs through the settle- ments of New Mexico, preying upon the cowardly inhabitants, and running off with their cattle whenever they are exposed in sufficient numbers to tempt them. Whilst ascending the river, the trap- pers met a party of these Indians returning to their mountain homes with a large band of mules and horses, which they had taken from one of the Mexican towns, besides several women and chil- dren, whom they had captured as slaves. The main body of the trappers halting, ten of the band followed and charged upon the Indians who numbered at least sixty, killed seven of them, and retook the prisoners and the whole cavallada of horses and mules. Great were the rejoicings when they entered Socorro, the town whence the women and children had been taken, and as loud the remonstrances when, handing them over to their families, the trappers rode on, driving fifty of the best of the rescued animals before them, which they retained as payment for their services. Messengers were sent on to Albuquerque with in- telligence of the proceeding; and as troops were stationed there, the commandant was applied to, to chastise the insolent whites. 156 IN THE OLD WEST That warrior, on learning that the trappers numbered less than fifteen, became alarmingly brave, and ordering out the whole of his dispos- able force, some two hundred dragoons, sallied out to intercept the audacious mountaineers. About noon one day, just as the latter had emerged from a little town between Socorro and Albuquerque, they descried the imposing force of the dragoons winding along a plain ahead. As the trappers advanced, the officer in command halted his men, and sent out a trumpeter to order the former to await his coming. Treating the herald to a roar of laughter, on they went, and, as they approached the soldiers, broke into a trot, ten of the number forming line in front of the packed and loose animals, and, rifle in hand, charg- ing with loud whoops. This was enough for the New Mexicans. Before the enemy were within shooting distance the gallant fellows turned tail, and splashed into the river, dragging themselves up the opposite bank like half-drowned rats, and saluted with loud peals of laughter by the victo- rious mountaineers, who, firing a volley into the air in token of supreme contempt, quietly con- tinued their route up the stream. Before reaching the capital of the province they struck again to the westward, and, following a small creek to its junction with the Green River, ascended that stream, trapping en route to the Uintah or Snake Fork, and arrived at Roubideau's IN THE OLD WEST 157 rendezvous early in the fall, where they quickly disposed of their peltries, and were once more on " the loose." Here La Bonte married a Snake squaw, with whom he crossed the mountains and proceeded to the Platte through the Bayou Salade, where he pur- chased of the Yutas, a commodious lodge, with the necessary poles, &c. ; and being now rich in mules and horses, and in all things necessary for otium cum dignitate, he took unto himself another wife, as by mountain law allowed ; and thus equipped, with both his better halves attired in all the glory of " fofarraw," he went his way rejoicing. In a snug little valley lying under the shadow of the mountains, watered by Vermilion Creek, and in which abundance of buffalo, elk, deer, and ante- lope fed and fattened on the rich grass, La Bonte raised his lodge, employing himself in hunting, and fully occupying his wives' time in dressing the skins of the many animals he killed. Here he enjoyed himself amazingly until the commence- ment of winter, when he determined to cross to the North Fork and trade his skins, of which he had now as many packs as his animals could carry. It happened that he one day left his camp, to spend a couple of days hunting buffalo in the mountains, whither the bulls were now resorting, intending to " put out " for Platte on his return. His hunt, however, led him farther into the moun- tains than he anticipated, and it was only on the 158 IN THE OLD WEST third day that sundown saw him enter the little valley where his camp was situated. Crossing the creek, he was not a little disturbed at seeing fresh Indian sign on the opposite side, which led in the direction of his lodge; and his worst fears were realized when, on coming within sight of the little plateau where the conical top of his white lodge had always before met his view, he saw nothing but a blackened mass strewing the ground, and the burnt ends of the poles which had once supported it. Squaws, animals, and peltry, all were gone — an Arapaho moccasin lying on the ground told him where. He neither fumed nor fretted, but, throwing the meat off his pack animal, and the saddle from his horse, he collected the black- ened ends of the lodge poles and made a fire — led his beasts to water and hobbled them, threw a piece of buffalo-meat upon the coals, squatted down before the fire, and lit his pipe. La Bonte was a true philosopher. Notwithstanding that his house, his squaws, his peltries, were gone at one fell swoop, the loss scarcely disturbed his equanimity ; and before the tobacco in his pipe was half smoked out, he had ceased to think of his misfortune. Certes, as he turned his apolla of tenderloin, he sighed as he thought of the deli- cate manipulations with which his Shoshone squaw, Sah-qua-manish, was wont to beat to tenderness the toughest bull meat — and missed the tending IN THE OLD WEST 159 care of Yute Chil-co-the, or the "Reed that Bends," in patching the holes worn in his neatly- fitting moccasins, the work of her nimble fingers. However, he ate and smoked, and smoked and ate, and slept none the worse for his mishap ; thought, before he closed his eyes, a little of his lost wives, and more perhaps of the " Bending Reed " than of Sah-qua-manish, or " She Who Runs with the Stream " — drew his blanket tightly round him, felt his rifle handy to his grasp, and was speedily asleep. Whilst the tired mountaineer breathes heavily in his dream, careless and unconscious that a liv- ing soul is near, his mule on a sudden pricks her ears and stares into the gloom, whence a figure soon emerges, and with noiseless steps draws near the sleeping hunter. Taking one look at the slumbering form, the same figure approaches the fire and adds a log to the pile; which done, it quietly seats itself at the feet of the sleeper, and remains motionless as a statue. Towards morning the hunter awoke, and, rub- bing his eyes, was astonished to feel the glowing warmth of the fire striking on his naked feet, which, in Indian fashion, were stretched towards it ; as by this time, he knew, the fire he left burning must long since have expired. Lazily raising him- self on his elbow, he saw a figure sitting near it with the back turned to him, which, although his exclamatory wagh was loud enough in all con- 160 IN THE OLD WEST science, remained perfectly motionless, until the trapper, rising, placed his hand upon the shoul- der: then, turning up its face, the features dis- played to his wondering eye were those of Chil-co- the, his Yuta wife. Yes, indeed, the " Bending Reed " had escaped from her Arapaho captors, and made her way back to her white husband, fast- ing and alone. The Indian women who follow the fortunes of the white hunters are remarkable for their affec- tion and fidelity to their husbands, the which vir- tues, it must be remarked, are all on their own side ; for, with very few exceptions, the mountain- eers seldom scruple to abandon their Indian wives whenever the fancy takes them to change their harems ; and on such occasions the squaws, thus cast aside, wild with jealousy and despair, have been not unfrequently known to take signal venge- ance both on their faithless husbands and on the successful beauties who have supplanted them in their affections. There are some honorable ex- ceptions, however, to such cruelty, and many of the mountaineers stick to their red-skinned wives for better and for worse, often suffering them to gain the upper hand in the domestic economy of the lodges, and being ruled by their better halves in all things pertaining to famfly affairs; and it may be remarked that, when once the lady dons the unmentionables, she becomes the veriest ter- magant that ever henpecked an unfortunate hus- IN THE OJJ) WEST 161 band. Your refined trappers, however, who, after many years of bachelor life, incline to take to theinselves a better half, often undertake an ex- pedition into the settlements of New Mexico, where not unfrequently they adopt a Young Lochinvar system in procuring the required rib, and have been known to carry off vi et armis, from the midst of a fandango in Fernandez or El Rancho of Taos, some dark-skinned beauty — with or without her own consent is a matter of unconcern — and bear the ravished fair one across the mountains, where she soon becomes inured to the free and roving life fate has assigned her. American women are valued at a low figure in the mountains. They are too fine and " fofar- raw." Neither can they make moccasins, or dress skins ; nor are they so schooled to perfect obedience to their lords and masters as to stand a " lodge- poling," which the western lords of the creation not unfrequently deem it their bounden duty to inflict upon their squaws for some dereliction of domestic duty. To return, however, to La Bonte. That worthy thought himself a lucky man to have lost but one of his wives, and she the worst of the two. " Here's the beauty," he philosophized, " of hav- ing two wiping-sticks to your rifle; if one breaks whilst ramming down a ball, there's still hickory left to supply its place." Although, with ani- mals and peltry, he had lost several hundred dol- 162 IN THE OLD WEST lars' worth of " possibles," he never groaned or grumbled. " There's redskin will pay for this," he once muttered, and was done. Packing all that was left on the mule, and mounting Chil-co-the on his buffalo horse, he shoul- dered his rifle and struck the Indian trail for Platte. On Horse Creek they came upon a party of French * trappers and hunters, who were en- camped with their lodges and Indian squaws, and formed quite a village. Several old companions were amongst them; and, to celebrate the arrival of a " camarade," a splendid dog-feast was pre- pared in honor of the event. To effect this, the squaws sallied out of their lodges to seize upon sundry of the younger and plumper of the pack, to fill the kettles for the approaching feast. With a presentiment of the fate in store for them, the curs slunk away with tails between their legs, and declined the pressing invitations of the anxious squaws. These shouldered their tomahawks and gave chase; but the cunning pups outstripped them, and would have fairly beaten the kettles, if some of the mountaineers had not stepped out with their rifles, and quickly laid half-a-dozen ready to the knife. A cayeute, attracted by the scent of blood, drew near, unwitting of the canine feast in progress, and was likewise soon made dog of, and thrust into the boiling kettle with the rest. * Creoles of St. Louis, and French Canadians. IN THE OLD WEST 163 The feast that night was long protracted; and so savory was the stew, and so agreeable to the palates of the hungry hunters, that at the moment the last morsel was drawn from the pot, when all were regretting that a few more dogs had not been slaughtered, a wolfish-looking cur, who incautiously poked his long nose and head under the lodge skin, was pounced upon by the nearest hunter, who in a moment drew his knife across the animal's throat, and threw it to a squaw to skin and prepare for the pot. The wolf had long since been vigorously discussed, and voted by all hands to be " good as dog." " Meat's meat," is a common saying in the moun- tains, and from the buffalo down to the rattle- snake, including every quadruped that runs, every fowl that flies, and every reptile that creeps, noth- ing comes amiss to the mountaineer. Throwing aside all the qualms and conscientious scruples of a fastidious stomach, it must be confessed that dog-meat takes a high rank in the wonderful vari- ety of cuisine afforded to the gourmand and the gourmet by the prolific mountains. Now, when the bill of fare offers such tempting viands as buf- falo-beef, venison, mountain mutton, turkey, grouse, wild-fowl, hares, rabbits, beaver and their tails, &c., &c., the station assigned to dog as No. £ in the list can be well appreciated — No. 1, in delicacy of flavor, richness of meat, and other 164 IN THE OLD WEST good qualities, being the flesh of panthers, which surpasses every other, and all put together.* " Painter meat can't ' shine ' with this," says a hunter, to express the delicious flavor of an extraordinary cut of tenderloin or delicate fleece. La Bonte started with his squaw for the North Fork early in November, and arrived at the Lara- mie at the moment that the big village of the Sioux came up for their winter trade. Two other vil- lages were encamped lower down the Platte, in- cluding the Brules and the Yanka-taus, who were now on more friendly terms with the whites. The first band numbered several hundred lodges, and presented quite an imposing appearance, the vil- lage being laid out in parallel lines, the lodge of each chief being marked with his particular totem. The traders had a particular portion of the vil- lage allotted to them, and a line was marked out, which was strictly kept by the soldiers appointed for the protection of the whites. As there were many rival traders, and numerous coureurs des bois, or peddling ones, the market promised to be brisk, the more so as a large quantity of ardent spirits was in their possession, which would be dealt with no unsparing hand to put down the opposition of so many competing traders. In opening a trade, a quantity of liquor is first * The excellence of panther meat is praised by Hart Merriam in his "Mammals of the Adirondacks." (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 165 given " on the prairie," * as the Indians express it in words, or by signs in rubbing the palm of one hand quickly across the other, holding both flat. Having once tasted the pernicious liquid, there is no fear but they will quickly come to terms; and not unfrequently the spirit is drugged, to render the unfortunate Indians still more helpless. Some- times, maddened and infuriated by drink, they com- mit the most horrid atrocities on each other, mur- dering and mutilating in a barbarous manner, and often attempting the lives of the traders them- selves. On one occasion a band of Sioux, whilst under the influence of liquor, attacked and took possession of a trading fort of the American Fur Company, stripping it of everything it contained, and roasting the trader himself over his own fire. The principle on which the nefarious trade is conducted is this, — that the Indians, possessing a certain quantity of buffalo-robes, have to be cheated out of them, and the sooner the better. Although it is explicitly prohibited by the laws of the United States to convey spirits across the Indian frontier, and its introduction amongst the Indian tribes subjects the offender to a heavy penalty, yet the infraction of this law is of daily occurrence, perpetrated almost in the very pres- ence of the Government officers, who are stationed along the frontier for the purpose of enforcing the laws for the protection of the Indians. *"0n the prairie" is the Indian term for a free gift. 166 IN THE OLD WEST The misery entailed upon these unhappy people by the illicit traffic must be seen to be fully appre- ciated. Before the effects of the poisonous " fire- water," they disappear from the earth like snow before the sun. Although aware of the destruction it entails upon them, the poor wretches have not moral courage to shun the fatal allurement it holds out to them of wild excitement and a tem- porary oblivion of their many sufferings and priva- tions. With such palpable effects, it appears only likely that the illegal trade is connived at by those whose policy it has ever been, gradually, but surely, to exterminate the Indians, and by any means to extinguish their title to the few lands they now own on the outskirts of civilization. Certain it is that large quantities of liquor find their way annually into the Indian country, and as certain are the fatal results of the pernicious system, and that the American Government takes no steps to prevent it.* There are some tribes who have as yet withstood the great temptation, and have resolutely refused to permit liquor to be brought into their villages. The marked dif- ference between the improved condition of these, and the moral and physical abasement of those which give way to the fatal passion for drinking, * This is an exaggeration. The laws against sale of liquor to the Indians were strict, and the chief difficulty of the fur companies was to evade Government agents who searched their outbound cargoes and often made seizures. Still, there doubtless was much collusion. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 167 sufficiently proves the pernicious effects of the liquor-trade on the unfortunate and abused abo- rigines ; and it is matter of regret that no philan- thropist has sprung up in the United States to do battle for the rights of the Red Men, and call attention to the wrongs they endure at the hands of their supplanters in the lands of their fathers. Robbed of their homes and hunting-grounds, and driven by the encroachments of the whites to distant regions, which hardly support existence, the Indians, day by day, gradually decrease be- fore the accumulating evils of body and soul, which their civilized persecutors entail upon them. With every man's hand against them, they drag on to their final destiny ; and the day is not far distant when the American Indian will exist only in the traditions of his pale-faced conquerors. The Indians trading at this time on the Platte were mostly of the Sioux nation, including the tribes of Burnt-woods, Yanka-taus, Pian-Kashas, Assinaboins, Oglallahs, Broken Arrows, all of which belong to the great Sioux nation, or La- cotahs, as they call themselves, and which means Cut-throats. There were also some Cheyennes allied to the Sioux, as well as a small band of Republican Pawnees. Horse-racing, gambling, and ball-play served to pass away the time until the trade commenced, and many packs of dressed robes changed hands amongst themselves. When playing at the usual 168 IN THE OLD WEST game of " hand," the stakes, comprising all the valuables the players possess, are piled in two heaps close at hand, the winner at the conclusion of the game sweeping the goods towards him, and often returning a small portion " on the prairie," with which the loser may again commence opera- tions with another player. The game of " hand " is played by two per- sons. One, who commences, places a plum or cherry stone in the hollow formed by joining the concaved palms of the hands together ; then, shak- ing the stone for a few moments, the hands are suddenly separated, and the other player must guess which hand now contains the stone. Large bets are often wagered on the result of this favorite game, which is also often played by the squaws, the men standing round encouraging them to bet, and laughing loudly at their gro- tesque excitement. A Burnt-wood Sioux, Tah-tunganisha, one of the bravest chiefs of his tribe, was out, when a young man, on a solitary war expedition against the Crows. One evening he drew near a certain " medicine " spring, where, to his astonishment, he encountered a Crow warrior in the act of quench- ing his thirst. He was on the point of drawing his bow upon him, when he remembered the sacred nature of the spot, and making the sign of peace, he fearlessly drew near his foe, and proceeded likewise to slake his thirst. A pipe of kinnik- IN THE OLD WEST 169 kinnik being produced, it was proposed to pass away the early part of the night in a game of " hand." They accordingly sat down beside the spring and commenced the game. Fortune favored the Crow. He won arrow after arrow from the Burnt-wood brave; then his bow, his club, his knife, his robe, all followed, and the Sioux sat naked on the plain. Still he pro- posed another stake against the other's winnings — his scalp. He played and lost; and bending forward his head, the Crow warrior drew his knife and quickly removed the bleeding prize. With- out a murmur the luckless Sioux rose to depart, but first exacted a promise from his antagonist that he would meet him once more at the same spot, and engage in another trial of skill. On the day appointed, the Burnt-wood sought the spot, with a new equipment, and again the Crow made his appearance, and they sat down to play. This time fortune changed sides; the Sioux won back his former losses, and in his turn the Crow was stripped to his skin. Scalp against scalp was now the stake, and this time the Crow submitted his head to the victo- rious Burnt-wood's knife ; and both the warriors stood scalpless on the plain. And now the Crow had but one single stake of value to offer, and the offer of it he did not hesi- tate to make. He staked his life against the other's winnings. They played; and fortune still 170 IN THE OLD WEST being adverse, he lost. He offered his breast to his adversary. The Burnt-wood plunged his knife into his heart to the very hilt; and, laden with his spoils, returned to his village, and to this day wears suspended from his ears his own and his enemy's scalp. The village presented the usual scene of con- fusion as long as the trade lasted. Fighting, brawling, yelling, dancing, and all the concomi- tants of intoxication, continued to the last drop of the liquor-keg, when the reaction after such ex- citement was almost worse than the evil itself* During this time all the work devolved upon the squaws, who, in tending the horses, and in pack- ing wood and water from a long distance, had their time sufficiently occupied. As there was little or no grass in the vicinity, the animals were supported entirely on the bark of the cottonwood ; and to procure this, the women were daily en- gaged in felling huge trees, or climbing them fear- lessly, chopping off the upper limbs — springing like squirrels from branch to branch, which, in their confined costume, appeared matter of con- siderable difficulty. The most laughter-provoking scenes, however, were, when a number of squaws sallied out to the grove with their long-nosed wolfish-looking dogs harnessed to their travees * or trabogans, on which loads of cottonwood were piled. The dogs, * Travois. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 171 knowing full well the duty required of them, refuse to approach the coaxing squaws, and, at the same time, are fearful of provoking their an- ger by escaping and running off. They, there- fore, squat on their haunches, with tongues hang- ing out of their long mouths, the picture of in- decision, removing a short distance as the irate squaw approaches. When once harnessed to the travee, however, which is simply a couple of lodge- poles lashed on either side of the dog, with a couple of cross-bars near the ends ta support the freight, they follow quietly enough, urged by bevies of children who invariably accompany the women. Once arrived at the scene of their labors, the reluctance of the curs to draw near the piles of cottonwood is most comical. They will lie down stubbornly at a little distance, whining their uneasiness, or sometimes scamper off bodily, with their long poles trailing after them, pursued by the yelling and half-frantic squaws. When the travees are laden, the squaws, bent double under loads of wood sufficient to break a porter's back, and calling to the dogs, which are urged on by the buffalo-fed urchins in rear, lead the line of march. The curs, taking advantage of the helpless state of their mistresses, turn a deaf ear to their coaxings, lying down every few yards to rest, growling and fighting with each other, in which encounters every cur joins the melee, charging pell-mell into the yelping throng, 172 IN THE OLD WEST upsetting the squalling children, and making con- fusion worse confounded. Then, armed with lodge-poles, the squaws, throwing down their loads, rush to the rescue, dealing stalwart blows on the pugnacious curs, and finally restoring some- thing like order to the march. " Tszoo — tszoo ! " they cry, " wah, kashne, ceitcha — get on, you devilish beasts — tszoo — tszoo ! " and belaboring them without mercy, they start them into a gallop, which, once commenced, is generally continued till they reach their desti- nation. The Indian dogs are, however, invariably well treated by the squaws, since they assist materially the everyday labors of these patient overworked creatures, in hauling firewood to the lodge, and, on the line of march, carrying many of the house- hold goods and chattels, which otherwise the squaw herself would have to carry on her back. Every lodge possesses from half-a-dozen to a score, — some for draught and others for eating — for dog-meat forms part and parcel of an Indian feast. The former are stout wiry animals, half wolf half sheep-dog, and are regularly trained to draught; the latter are of a smaller kind, more inclined to fat, and embrace every variety of the genus cur. Many of the southern tribes possess a breed of dogs entirely divested of hair, which evidently have come from South America, and are highly esteemed for the kettle. Their meat, in IN THE OLD WEST 173 appearance and flavor, resembles young pork, but far surpasses it in richness and delicacy. The Sioux are very expert in making their lodges comfortable, taking more pains in their construction than most Indians. They are all of conical form: a framework of straight slender poles, resembling hop-poles, and from twenty to twenty-five feet long, is first erected, round which is stretched a sheeting of buffalo-robes, softly dressed, and smoked to render them water-tight. The apex, through which the ends of the poles protrude, is left open to allow the smoke to es- cape. A small opening, sufficient to permit the entrance of a man, is made on one side, over which is hung a door of buffalo-hide. A lodge of the common size contains about twelve or four- teen skins, and contains comfortably a family of twelve in number. The fire is made in the center, immediately under the aperture in the roof, and a flap of the upper skins is closed or extended at pleasure, serving as a cowl or chimney-top to regulate the draught and permit the smoke to escape freely. Round the fire, with their feet towards it, the inmates sleep on skins and buf- falo-rugs, which are rolled up during the day, and stowed at the back of the lodge. In traveling, the lodge-poles are secured half on each side a horse, and the skins placed on transversal bars near the ends, which trail along the ground — two or three squaws or children 174* IN THE OLD WEST mounted on the same horse, or the smallest of the latter borne in the dog travees. A set of lodge- poles will last from three to seven years, unless the village is constantly on the move, when they are soon worn out in trailing over the gravelly prairie. They are usually of ash, which grows on many of the mountain creeks, and regular ex- peditions are undertaken when a supply is re- quired, either for their own lodges, or for trading with those tribes who inhabit the prairies at a great distance from the locality where the poles are procured. There are also certain creeks where the Indians resort to lay in a store of kinnik-kinnik (the inner bark of the red willow),* which they use as a substitute for tobacco, and which has an aro- matic and very pungent flavor. It is prepared for smoking by being scraped in thin curly flakes from the slender saplings, and crisped before the fire, after which it is rubbed between the hands, into a form resembling leaf-tobacco, and stored in skin bags for use. It has a highly narcotic ef- fect on those not habituated to its use, and pro- duces a heaviness sometimes approaching stupe- faction, altogether different from the soothing effects of tobacco. Every year, owing to the disappearance of the buffalo from their former haunts, the Indians are compelled to encroach upon each other's hunting- * Red osier dogwood. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 175 grounds, which is a fruitful cause of war between the different tribes. It is a curious fact that the buffalo retire before the whites, whilst the pres- ence of Indians in their pastures appears in no degree to disturb them. Wherever a few white hunters are congregated in a trading post, or elsewhere, so sure is it that, if they remain in the same locality, the buffalo will desert the vicinity, and seek pasture elsewhere. In this, the Indians affirm, the wahkeitcha, or " bad medicine," of the pale-faces is very apparent ; and they ground upon it their well-founded complaints of the encroach- ments made upon their hunting-grounds by the white hunters. In the winter, many of the tribes are reduced to the very verge of starvation — the buffalo hav- ing passed from their country into that of their enemies ; when no other alternative is offered them but to remain where they are and starve, or to follow the game into a hostile region — a move entailing war and all its horrors. Reckless, moreover, of the future, in order to prepare robes for the traders, and to procure the pernicious fire-water, they wantonly slaughter, every year, vast numbers of buffalo cows (the skins of which sex only are dressed), and thus add to the evils in store for them. When questioned on this subject, and reproached with such want of foresight, they answer, that however quickly the buffalo disappears, the Red Man " goes un- 176 IN THE OLD WEST der " more quickly still ; and that the Great Spirit has ordained that both shall be " rubbed out " from the face of nature at one and the same time, — " that arrows and bullets are not more fatal to the buffalo than the small-pox and fire-water to them, and that before many winters' snows have disappeared, the buffalo and the Red Man will only be remembered by their bones, which will strew the plains." " They look forward, how- ever, to a future state, when, after a long jour- ney, they will reach the happy hunting-grounds, where buffalo will once more blacken the prairies ; where the pale-faces dare not come to disturb them; where no winter snows cover the ground, and the buffalo are always plentiful and fat." As soon as the streams opened, La Bonte, now reduced to two animals and four traps, sallied forth again, this time seeking the dangerous coun- try of the Blackfeet, on the head-waters of the Yellow Stone and Upper Missouri. He was ac- companied by three others, a man named Wheeler, and one Cross-Eagle, a Swede, who had been many years in the western country. Reaching the forks of a small creek, on both of which appeared plenty of beaver sign, La Bonte followed the left- hand one alone, whilst the others trapped the right in company, the former leaving his squaw in the company of a Sioux woman, who followed the fortunes of Cross-Eagle, the party agreeing to rendezvous at the junction of the two forks, IN THE OLD WEST 177 as soon as they had trapped to their heads and again descended them. The larger party were the first to reach the rendezvous, and camped on the banks of the main stream to await the arrival of La Bonte. The morning after their return, they had just risen from their blankets, and were lazily stretch- ing themselves before the fire, when a volley of firearms rattled from the bank of the creek, and two of their number fell dead to the ground, whilst at the same moment the deafening yells of Indians broke upon the ears of the frightened squaws. Cross-Eagle seized his rifle, and, though severely wounded, rushed to the cover of a hollow tree which stood near, and crawling into it, defended himself the whole day with the greatest obstinacy, killing five Indians outright, and wounding sev- eral more. Unable to drive the gallant trapper from his retreat, the savages took advantage of a favorable wind which suddenly sprang up, and fired the long dry grass surrounding the tree. The rotten log catching fire, at length compelled the hunter to leave his retreat. Clubbing his rifle, he charged amongst the Indians, and fell at last, pierced through and through with wounds, but not until two more of his assailants had fallen by his hand. The two squaws were carried off, and one was sold shortly afterwards to some white men at the trading ports on the Platte ; but La Bonte never 178 IN THE OLD WEST recovered the " Bending Reed," nor even heard of her existence from that day. So once more was the mountaineer bereft of his better half; and when he returned to the rendezvous, a troop of wolves were feasting on the bodies of his late com- panions, and of the Indians killed in the affray, of which he only heard the particulars a long time after from" a trapper, who had been present when one of the squaws was offered at the trading-post for sale, and had heard her recount the miserable fate of her husband and his companions on the forks of the creek, which, from the fact of La Bonte being the leader of the party, has since borne his name. Undaunted by this misfortune, the trapper con- tinued his solitary hunt, passing through the midst of the Crow and Blackfeet country; encountering many perils, often hunted by the Indians, but al- ways escaping. He had soon loaded both his ani- mals with beaver, and then thought of bending his steps to some of the trading rendezvous on the other side of the mountains, where employes of the Great Northwest Fur Company meet the trappers with the produce of their hunts, on Lewis's fork of the Columbia, or one of its numer- ous affluents. His intention was to pass the win- ter at some of the company's trading-posts in Oregon, into which country he had never yet penetrated. CHAPTER V WE have said that La Bonte was a philos- opher: he took the streaks of ill luck which checkered his mountain life with perfect carelessness, if not with stoical indiffer- ence. Nothing ruffled his danger-steeled equanim- ity of temper; no sudden emotion disturbed his mind. We have seen how wives were torn from him without eliciting a groan or grumble, (but such contretemps, it may be said, can scarcely find a place in the category of ills) ; how the loss of mules and mustangs, harried by horse-stealing Indians, left him in the ne plus ultra of mountain misery — afoot ; how packs and peltries, the hard- earned beaver of his perilous hunts, were " raised " at one fell swoop by freebooting bands of savages. Hunger and thirst, we know, were commonplace sensations to the mountaineer. His storm-hardened flesh scarce felt the pinging wounds of arrow-point or bullet ; and when in the midst of Indian fight, it is not probable that any tender qualms of feeling would allay the itching of his fingers for his enemy's scalp-lock, nor would any remains of civilized fastidiousness prevent his burying his knife again and again in the life- blood of an Indian savage. 179 180 IN THE OLD WEST Still, in one dark corner of his heart, there shone at intervals a faint spark of what was once a fiercely-burning fire. Neither time, that cor- roder of all things, nor change, that ready abettor of oblivion, nor scenes of peril and excitement, which act as dampers to more quiet memories, could smother this little smoldering spark, which now and again — when rarely-coming calm suc- ceeded some stirring passage in the hunter's life, and left him, for a brief time, devoid of care, and victim to his thoughts — would flicker suddenly, and light up all the nooks and corners of his rugged breast, and discover to his mind's eye that one deep-rooted memory clung there still, though long neglected; proving that, spite of time and change, of life and fortune, "On revient tou jours & ses premiers amours." Often and often, as La Bonte sat cross-legged before his solitary camp-fire, and, pipe in mouth, watched the blue smoke curling upwards in the clear cold sky, a well-remembered form appeared to gaze upon him from the vapory wreaths. Then would old recollections crowd before him, and old emotions, long a stranger to his breast, shape themselves, as it were, into long-forgotten but now familiar pulsations. Again he felt the soft subduing influence which once, in days gone by, a certain passion exercised over his mind and body; and often a trembling seized him, the same IN THE OLD WEST 181 he used to experience at the sudden sight of one Mary Brand, whose dim and dreamy apparition so often watched his lonely bed, or, unconsciously conjured up, cheered him in the dreary watches of the long and stormy winter nights. At first he only knew that one face haunted his dreams by night, and the few moments by day when he thought of anything, and this face smiled lovingly upon him and cheered him mightily. Name he had quite forgotten, or recalled it vaguely, and, setting small store by it, had thought of it no more. For many years after he had deserted his home, La Bonte had cherished the idea of again re- turning to his country. During this period he had never forgotten his old flame, and many a choice fur he had carefully laid by, intended as a present for Mary Brand ; and many a gage d'amour of cunning shape and device, worked in stained quills of porcupine and bright-colored beads — the handiwork of nimble-fingered squaws — he had packed in his " possible " sack for the same destination, hoping a time would come when he might lay them at her feet. Year after year wore on, however, and still found him, with traps and rifle, following his peril- ous avocation ; and each succeeding one saw him more and more wedded to the wild mountain-life. He was conscious how unfitted he had become again to enter the galling harness of convention- 182 IN THE OLD WEST ality and civilization. He thought, too, how changed in manners and appearance he now must be, and could not believe that he would again find favor in the eyes of his quondam love, who, he judged, had long since forgotten him; and inexperienced as he was in such matters, yet he knew enough of womankind to feel assured that time and absence had long since done the work, if even the natural fickleness of woman's nature had lain dormant. Thus it was that he came to for- get Mary Brand, but still remembered the all- absorbing feeling she had once created in his breast, the shadow of which still remained, and often took form and feature in the smoke-wreaths of his solitary camp-fire. If truth be told, La Bonte had his failings as a mountaineer, and — sin unpardonable in hunter law — still possessed, in holes and corners of his breast seldom explored by his inward eye, much of the leaven of kindly human nature, which now and again involuntarily peeped out, as greatly to the contempt of his comrade trappers as it was blushingly repressed by the mountaineer himself. Thus, in his various matrimonial episodes, he treated his dusky sposas with all the considera- tion the sex could possibly demand from hand of man. No squaw of his ever humped shoulder to receive a castigatory and martial " lodge-poling " for offense domestic; but often has his helpmate blushed to see her pale-face lord and master de- IN THE OLD WEST 183 vote himself to the feminine labor of packing huge piles of firewood on his back, felling trees, butch- ering unwieldy buffalo — all which are included in the Indian category of female duties. Thus he was esteemed an excellent part i by all the mar- riageable young squaws of Blackfoot, Crow, and Shoshone, of Yutah, Shian, and Arapaho; but after his last connubial catastrophe, he steeled his heart against all the charms and coquetry of In- dian belles, and persevered in unblessed widow- hood for many a long day. From the point where we left him on his way to the waters of the Columbia, we must jump with him over a space of nearly two years, during which time he had a most uninterrupted run of good luck; trapping with great success on the head- streams of the Columbia and Yellow Stone — the most dangerous of trapping-ground — and find- ing good market for his peltries at the North- West posts — beaver fetching as high a price as five and six dollars a " plew " — the " golden age " of trappers, now, alas ! never to return, and exist- ing only in the fond memory of the mountaineers. This glorious time, however, was too good to last. In mountain language, " such heap of fat meat was not going to shine much longer." La Bonte was at this time one of a band of eight trappers, whose hunting-ground was about the head-waters of the Yellow Stone, which we have before said is in the country of the Black- 184 IN THE OLD WEST feet. With him were Killbuck, Meek, Marcelline, and three others ; and the leader of the party was Bill Williams, that old "hard case" who had spent forty years and more in the mountains, un- til he had become as tough as the parfleche soles of his moccasins. They were all good men and true, expert hunters, and well-trained mountain- eers. After having trapped all the streams they were acquainted with, it was determined to strike into the mountains, at a point where old Williams affirmed, from the run of the hills, there must be plenty of water, although not one of the party had before explored the country, or knew any- thing of its nature, or of the likelihood of its af- fording game for themselves or pasture for their animals. However, they packed their peltry, and put out for the land in view — a lofty peak, dimly seen above the more regular summit of the chain, being their landmark. For the first day or two their route lay between two ridges of mountains, and by following the little valley which skirted a creek, they kept on level ground, and saved their animals considerable labor and fatigue. Williams always rode ahead, his body bent over his saddle-horn, across which rested a long heavy rifle, his keen gray eyes peer- ing from under the slouched brim of a flexible felt-hat, black and shining with grease. His buckskin hunting-shirt, bedaubed until it had the appearance of polished leather, hung in folds over IN THE OLD WEST 185 his bony carcass; his nether extremities being clothed in pantaloons of the same material (with scattered fringes down the outside of the leg — which ornaments, however, had been pretty well thinned to supply whangs for mending moccasins or pack-saddles), which, shrunk with wet, clung tightly to his long, spare, sinewy legs. His feet were thrust into a pair of Mexican stirrups made of wood, and as big as coal-scuttles ; and iron spurs of incredible proportions, with tinkling drops attached to the rowels, were fastened to his heel — a bead-worked strap, four inches broad, securing them over the instep. In the shoulder- belt, which sustained his powder-horn and bullet- pouch, were fastened the various instruments of one pursuing his mode of life. An awl, with deer- horn handle, and the point defended by a case of cherry-wood carved by his own hand, hung at the back of the belt, side by side with a worm for cleaning the rifle; and under this was a squat and quaint-looking bullet-mold, the handles guarded by strips of buckskin to save his fingers from burning when running balls, having for its companion a little bottle made from the point of an antelope's horn, scraped transparent, which contained the " medicine " used in baiting the traps. The old coon's face was sharp and thin, a long nose and chin hob-nobbing each other ; and his head was always bent forward, giving him the appearance of being hump-backed. He appeared 186 IN THE OLD WEST to look neither to the right nor left, but, in fact his little twinkling eye was everywhere. He looked at no one he was addressing, always seem- ing to be thinking of something else than the sub- ject of his discourse, speaking in a whining, thin, cracked voice, and in a tone that left the hearer in doubt whether he was laughing or crying. On the present occasion he had joined this band, and naturally assumed the leadership (for Bill ever refused to go in harness), in opposition to his usual practice, which was to hunt alone. His character was well known. Acquainted with every inch of the Far West, and with all the In- dian tribes who inhabited it, he never failed to outwit his red enemies, and generally made his appearance at the rendezvous, from his solitary expeditions, with galore of beaver, when numerous bands of trappers dropped in on foot, having been despoiled of their packs and animals by the very Indians through the midst of whom old Wil- liams had contrived to pass unseen and unmolested. On occasions when he had been in company with others, and attacked by Indians, Bill invariably fought manfully, and with all the coolness that perfect indifference to death or danger could give, but always " on his own hook." His rifle cracked away merrily, and never spoke in vain; and in a charge — if ever it came to that — his keen- edged butcher-knife tickled the fleece of many a Blackfoot. But, at the same time, if he saw that IN THE OLD WEST 187 discretion was the better part of valor, and affairs wore so cloudy an aspect as to render retreat ad- visable, he would first express his opinion in curt terms, and decisively, and, charging up his rifle, would take himself off and cache * so effectually that to search for him was utterly useless. Thus, when with a large party of trappers, when any- thing occurred which gave him a hint that trouble was coming, or more Indians were about than he considered good for his animals, Bill was wont to exclaim — " Do 'ee hyar now, boys, thar's sign about? this hoss feels like caching"; and without more words, and stoically deaf to all remonstrances, he would forthwith proceed to pack his animals, talking the while to an old crop-eared raw-boned Nez-perce pony, his own particular saddle-horse, who in dogged temper and iron hardiness, was a worthy companion of his self-willed master. This beast, as Bill seized his apishamore to lay upon its galled back, would express displeasure by humping its back and shaking its withers with a wincing motion, that always excited the ire of the old trapper ; and no sooner had he laid the apishamore smoothly on the chafed skin, than a wriggle of the animal shook it off. " Do 'ee hyar now, you darned crittur ? " he would whine out, " can't 'ee keep quiet your old fleece now? Isn't this old coon putting out to * Hide — from cacher. 188 IN THE OLD WEST save 'ee from the darned Injuns now, do 'ee hyar? " And then, continuing his work and tak- ing no notice of his comrades, who stood by ban- tering the eccentric old trapper, he would solilo- quize — " Do 'ee hyar now ? This nigger sees sign ahead — he does ! he'll be afoot afore long, if he don't keep his eye skinned — "he will. In- jwis is all about, they are: Blackfoot at that. Can't come round this child — they can't, wagh ! " And at last, his pack-animals securely tied to the tail of his horse, he wpuld mount, and throwing the rifle across the horn of his saddle, and with- out noticing his companions, would drive the jingling spurs into his horse's gaunt sides, and muttering, " Can't come round this child — they can't ! " would ride away ; and nothing more would be seen or heard of him perhaps for months, when they would not unfrequently, themselves bereft of animals in the scrape he had foreseen, find him located in some solitary valley, in his lonely camp, with his animals securely picketed around, and his peltries safe. However, if he took it into his head to keep company with a party, all felt perfectly secure under his charge. His iron frame defied fatigue, and at night, his love for himself and his own animals was sufficient guarantee that the camp would be well guarded. As he rode ahead, his spurs jingling and thumping the sides of his old horse at every step, he managed, with admirable IN THE OLD WEST 189 dexterity, to take advantage of the best line of country to follow — avoiding the gullies and canons and broken ground, which would other- wise have impeded his advance. This tact ap- peared instinctive, for he looked neither right nor left, whilst continuing a course as straight as possible at the foot of the mountains. In select- ing a camping-site he displayed equal skill: wood, water, and grass began to fill his thoughts towards sundown; and when these three requisites for a camping-ground presented themselves, old Bill sprang from his saddle, unpacked his animals in a twinkling and hobbled them, struck fire and ig- nited a few chips (leaving the rest to pack in the wood), lit his pipe, and enjoyed himself. On one occasion, when passing through the valley, they had come upon a band of fine buffalo cows, and, shortly after camping, two of the party rode in with a good supply of fat fleece. One of the party was a " greenhorn " on his first hunt, fresh from a fort on Platte, and as yet uniniti- ated in the mysteries of mountain cooking. Bill, lazily smoking his pipe, called to him, as he hap- pened to be nearest, to butcher off a piece of meat and put it in his pot. Markhead seized the fleece, and commenced innocently carving off a huge ration, when a gasping roar from the old trapper caused him to drop his knife. " Ti-ya," growled Bill, " do 'ee hyar, now, you darned greenhorn, do 'ee spile fat cow like that whar you was raised? 190 IN THE OLD WEST Them doins won't shine in this crowd, boy, do 'ee hyar, darn you? What! butcher meat across the grain ! why, whar'll the blood be goin' to, you precious Spaniard? Down the grain, I say," he continued, in a severe tone of rebuke, " and let your flaps be long, or out the juice '11 run slick — do 'ee hyar, now ? " But this heretical error nearly cost the old trapper his appetite, and all night long he grumbled his horror at seeing " fat cow spiled in that fashion." When two or three days' journey brought them to the end of the valley, and they commenced the passage of the mountain, their march was ob- structed by all kinds of obstacles; although they had chosen what appeared to be a gap in the chain, and what was in fact the only practicable passage in that vicinity. They followed the canon of a branch of the Yellow Stone, where it entered the mountain ; but from this point it became a tor- rent, and it was only by dint of incredible exer- tions that they reached the summit of the ridge. Game was exceedingly scarce in the vicinity, and they suffered extremely from hunger, having, on more than one occasion, recourse to the parfleche soles of their moccasins to allay its pangs. Old Bill, however, never grumbled; he chewed away at his shoes with relish even, and as long as he had a pipeful of tobacco in his pouch was a happy man. Starvation was as yet far off, for all their animals were in existence ; but as they were in a IN THE OLD WEST 191 country where it was difficult to procure a re- mount, each trapper hesitated to sacrifice one of his horses to his appetite. From the summit of the ridge, Bill recognized the country on the opposite side to that whence they had just ascended as familiar to him, and pronounced it to be full of beaver, as well as abounding in the less desirable commodity of In- dians. This was the valley lying about the lakes now called Eustis and Biddle, in which are many thermal and mineral springs, well known to the trappers by the names of the Soda, Beer, and Brimstone Springs, and regarded by them with no little awe and curiosity, as being the breathing- places of his Satanic majesty — considered, more- over, to be the " biggest kind " of " medicine " to be found in the mountains. If truth be told, old Bill hardly relished the idea of entering this coun- try, which he pronounced to be of " bad medicine " notoriety, but nevertheless agreed to guide them to the best trapping-ground. One day they reached a creek full of beaver- sign, and determined to halt here and establish their headquarters, while they trapped in the neighborhood. We must here observe, that at this period — which was one of considerable rivalry amongst the various trading companies in the Indian territory — the Indians, having be- come possessed of arms and ammunition in great quantities, had grown unusually daring and perse- 192 IN THE OLD WEST vering in their attacks on the white hunters who passed through their country, and consequently the trappers were compelled to roam about in larger bands for mutual protection, which, al- though it made them less liable to open attack, yet rendered it more difficult for them to pursue their calling without being discovered; for, where one or two men might pass unseen, the broad trail of a large party, with its animals, was not likely to escape the sharp eyes of the cunning savages. They had scarcely encamped when the old leader, who had sallied out a short distance from camp to reconnoiter the neighborhood, returned with an Indian moccasin in his hand, and informed his companions that its late owner and others were about. " Do 'ee hyar, now, boys ? thar's Injuns knock- ing round, and Blackfoot at that; but thar's plenty of beaver too, and this child means trap- ping anyhow." His companions were anxious to leave such dan- gerous vicinity; but the old fellow, contrary to his usual caution, determined to remain where he was — saying that there were Indians all over the country, for that matter; and as they had deter- mined to hunt here, he had made up his mind to — which was conclusive, and all agreed to stop where they were, in spite of the Indians. La Bonte killed a couple of mountain sheep close to camp, and they feasted rarely on the fat mutton IN THE OLD WEST 193 that night, and were unmolested by marauding Blackfeet. The next morning, leaving two of their num- ber in camp, they started in parties of two, to hunt for beaver-sign and set their traps. Mark- head paired with one Batiste, Killbuck and La Bonte formed another couple, Meek and Marcelline another; two Canadians trapped together, and Bill Williams and another remained to guard the camp : but this last, leaving Bill mending his moc- casins, started off to kill a mountain sheep, a band of which animals was visible. Markhead and his companion, the first couple on the list, followed a creek, which entered that on which they had encamped, about ten miles dis- tant. Beaver sign was abundant, and they had set eight traps, when Markhead came suddenly upon fresh Indian sign, where squaws had passed through the shrubbery on the banks of the stream to procure water, as he knew from observing a large stone placed by them in the stream, on which to stand to enable them to dip their kettles in the deepest water. Beckoning to his compan- ion to follow, and cocking his rifle, he carefully pushed aside the bushes, and noiselessly proceeded up the bank, when, creeping on hands and knees, he gained the top, and, looking from his hiding- place, descried three Indian huts standing on a little plateau near the creek. Smoke curled from the roofs of branches, but the skin doors were care- IN THE OLD WEST fully closed, so that he was unable to distinguish the number of the inmates. At a little distance, however, he observed two or three squaws gather- ing wood, with the usual attendance of curs, whose acuteness in detecting the scent of strangers was much to be dreaded. Markhead was a rash and daring young fellow, caring no more for Indians than he did for prairie dogs, and acting ever on the spur of the moment, and as his inclination dictated, regardless of con- sequences. He at once determined to enter the lodges, and attack the enemy should any be there ; and the other trapper was fain to join him in the enterprise. The lodges proved empty, but the fires were still burning, and meat cooking upon them, to which the hungry hunters did ample jus- tice, besides helping themselves to whatever goods and chattels, in the shape of leather and moc- casins, took their fancy. Gathering their spoil into a bundle, they sought their horses, which they had left tied under cover of the timber on the banks of the creek ; and, mounting, took the back trail, to pick up their traps and remove from so dangerous a neighbor- hood. They were approaching the spot where the first trap was set, a thick growth of ash and quaking-ash concealing the stream, when Mark- head, who was riding ahead, observed the bushes agitated, as if some animal was making its way through them. He instantly stopped his horse, IN THE OLD WEST 195 and his companion rode to his side, to inquire the cause of this abrupt halt. They were within a few yards of the belt of shrubs which skirted the stream; and before Markhead had time to reply, a dozen swarthy heads and shoulders suddenly protruded from the leafy screen, and as many rifle-barrels and arrows were pointing at their breasts. Before the trappers had time to turn their horses and fly, a cloud of smoke burst from the thicket almost in their faces. Batiste, pierced with several balls, fell dead, and Mark- head felt himself severely wounded. However, he struck the spurs into his horse ; and as some half- score Blackfeet jumped with loud cries from their cover, he discharged his rifle amongst them, and galloped off, a volley of balls and arrows whistling after him. He drew no bit until he reined up at the camp-fire, where he found Bill quietly dressing a deer-skin. That worthy looked up from his work ; and seeing Markhead's face streaming with blood, and the very unequivocal evidence of an In- dian rencontre in the shape of an arrow sticking in his back, he asked, — " Do 'ee feel bad, now, boy ? Whar away you see them darned Blackf oot ? " " Well, pull this arrow out of my back, and maybe I'll feel like telling," answered Markhead. " Do 'ee hyar, now? hold on till I've grained this cussed skin, will 'ee? Did 'ee ever see sich a darned pelt, now? it won't take the smoke any- how I fix it." And Markhead was fain to wait 196 IN THE OLD WEST the leisure of the imperturbable old trapper, be- fore he was eased of his annoying companion. Old Bill expressed no surprise or grief when in- formed of the fate of poor Batiste. He said it was "just like greenhorns, runnin' into them cussed Blackf oot " ; and observed that the defunct trapper, being only a Vide Poche,* was " no ac- count anyhow." Presently Killbuck and La, Bonte galloped into camp, with another alarm of Indians. They had also been attacked sud- denly by a band of Blackfeet, but, being in a more open country, had got clear off, after killing two of their assailants, whose scalps hung at the horns of their saddles. They had been in a dif- ferent direction to that in which Markhead and his companion had proceeded, and from the signs they had observed, expressed their belief that the country was alive with Indians. Neither of these men had been wounded. Presently the two Cana- dians made their appearance on the bluff, gallop- ing with might and main to camp, and shouting " Indians ! Indians ! " as they came. All being assembled and a council held, it was determined to abandon the camp and neighborhood immedi- ately. Old Bill was already packing his animals, and as he pounded the saddle down on the withers of his old Rosinante, he muttered — " Do 'ee hyar, now? this coon '11 cache, he will." So mounting his horse, and leading his pack-mule by a lariat, *Carondelet Creole. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 197 he bent over his saddle-horn, dug his ponderous rowels into the lank sides of his beast, and, with- out a word, struck up the bluff and disappeared. The others, hastily gathering up their packs, and most of them having lost their traps, quickly followed his example, and " put out." On crest- ing the high ground which rose from the creek, they observed thin columns of smoke mounting into the air from many different points, the mean- ing of which they were at no loss to guess. How- ever, they were careful not to show themselves on elevated ground, keeping as much as possible under the banks of the creek, when such a course was practicable; but, the bluffs sometimes rising precipitously from the water, they were more than once compelled to ascend the banks, and continue their course along the uplands, whence they might easily be discovered by the Indians. It was nearly sundown when they left their camp, but they proceeded during the greater part of the night at as rapid a rate as possible; their prog- ress, however, being greatly retarded as they ad- vanced into the mountain, their route lying up stream. Towards morning they halted for a brief space, but started again as soon as daylight per- mitted them to see their way over the broken ground. The creek now forced its way through a narrow canon, the banks being thickly clothed with a shrubbery of cottonwood and quaking-ash. The 198 IN THE OLD WEST mountain rose on each side, but not abruptly, be- ing here and there broken into plateaus and shelv- ing prairies. In a very thick bottom, sprinkled with coarse grass, they halted about noon, and re- moved the saddles and packs from their wearied animals, picketing them in the best spots of grass. La Bonte and Killbuck, after securing their animals, left the camp to hunt, for they had no provisions of any kind; and a short distance be- yond it, the former came suddenly upon a recent moccasin-track in the timber. After examining it for a moment, he raised his head with a broad grin, and, turning to his companion, pointed into the cover, where, in the thickest part, they discerned the well-known figure of old Bill's horse, browsing upon the cherry-bushes. Pushing through the thicket in search of the brute's master, La Bonte suddenly stopped short as the muzzle of a rifle- barrel gaped before his eyes at the distance of a few inches, whilst the thin voice of Bill muttered — " Do 'ee hyar now, I was nigh giving 'ee h — — : I was now. If I didn't think 'ee was Blackfoot I'm dogged now." And not a little indignant was the old fellow that his cache had been so easily though accidentally discovered. However, he presently made his appearance in camp, leading his animals and once more joined his late companions, not deigning to give any explanation as to why or wherefore he had deserted them the day before, IN THE OLD WEST 199 merely muttering, " Do 'ee hyar now ? thar's trouble cominV The two hunters returned after sundown with a black-tailed deer; and after eating the better part of the meat, and setting a guard, the party were glad to roll in their blankets and enjoy the rest they so much needed. They were undisturbed during the night ; but at dawn of day the sleepers were roused by a hundred fierce yells, from the mountains enclosing the creek on which they had encamped. The yells were instantly followed by a ringing volley, the bullets thudding into the trees, and cutting the branches near them, but without causing any mischief. Old Bill rose from his blanket and shook himself, and exclaimed " Wagh ! " as at that moment a ball plumped into the fire over which he was standing, and knocked the ashes about in a cloud. All the mountaineers seized their rifles and sprang to cover; but as yet it was not sufficiently light to show them their enemy, the bright flashes from the guns alone in- dicating their position. As morning dawned, however, they saw that both sides of the canon were occupied by the Indians ; and, from the firing, judged there must be at least a hundred warriors engaged in the attack. Not a shot had yet been fired by the trappers, but as the light increased, they eagerly watched for an Indian to expose him- self, and offer a mark to their trusty rifles. La Bonte, Killbuck, and old Bill, lay a few yards dis- 200 IN THE OLD WEST tant from each other, flat on their faces, near the edge of the thicket, their rifles raised before them, and the barrels resting in the forks of convenient bushes. From their place of concealment to the position of the Indians — who, however, were scattered here and there, wherever a rock afforded them cover — was a distance of about 150 yards, or within fair rifle-shot. The trappers were obliged to divide their force, since both sides of the creek were occupied ; but such was the nature of the ground, and the excellent cover afforded by the rocks and bowlders, and clumps of dwarf pine and hemlock, that not a hand's-breadth of an In- dian's body had yet been seen. Nearly opposite La Bonte, a shelving glade in the mountain-side ended in an abrupt precipice, and at the very edge, and almost toppling over it, were several bowlders, just of sufficient size to afford cover to a man's body. As this bluff overlooked the trappers' position, it was occupied by the Indians, and every rock covered an assailant. At one point, just over where La Bonte and Killbuck were lying, two bowlders lay together, with just sufficient interval to admit a rifle-barrel between them, and from this breastwork an Indian kept up a most annoy- ing fire. All his shots fell in dangerous propin- quity to one or other of the trappers, and already Killbuck had been grazed by one better directed than the others. La Bonte watched for some time in vain for a chance to answer this persever- IN THE OLD WEST 201 ing marksman, and at length an opportunity of- fered, by which he was not long in profiting. The Indian, as the light increased, was better able to discern his mark, and fired, and yelled every time he did so, witn redoubled vigor. In his eagerness, and probably whilst in the act of taking aim, he leaned too heavily against the rock which covered him, and, detaching it from its posi- tion, down it rolled into the canon, exposing his body by its fall. At the same instant, a wreath of smoke puffed from the bushes which concealed the trappers, and the crack of La Bonte's rifle spoke the first word of reply to the Indian chal- lenge. A few feet behind the rock fell the dead body of the Indian, rolling down the steep sides of the canon, and only stopped by a bush at the very bottom, within a few yards of the spot where Markhead lay concealed in some high grass. That daring fellow instantly jumped from his cover, and drawing his knife, rushed to the body, and in another moment, held aloft the Indian's scalp, giving, at the same time, a triumphant whoop. A score of rifles were leveled and dis- charged at the intrepid mountaineer; but in the act many Indians incautiously exposed themselves, every rifle in the timber cracked simultaneously, and for each report an Indian bit the dust. Now, however, they changed their tactics. Finding they were unable to drive the trappers from their position, they retired from the moun- IN THE OLD WEST tain, and the firing suddenly ceased. In their retreat they were forced to expose themselves, and again the whites dealt destruction amongst them. As the Indians retired, yelling loudly, the hunters thought they had given up the contest; but pres- ently a cloud of smoke rising from the bottom im- mediately below them, at once discovered the na- ture of their plans. A brisk wind was blowing up the canon ; and, favored by it, they fired the brush on the banks of the stream, knowing that before this the hunters must speedily retreat. Against such a result, but for the gale of wind which drove the fire roaring before it, they could have provided — for your mountaineer never fails to find resources on a pinch. They would have fired the brush to leeward of their position, and also carefully ignited that to windward, or between them and the advancing flame, extinguishing it immediately when a sufficient space had thus been cleared over which the flame could not leap, and thus cutting themselves off from it both above and below their position. In the present instance they could not profit by such a course, as the wind was so strong that, if once the bottom caught fire, they would not be able to extinguish it; besides which, in the attempt, they would so expose them- selves that they would be picked off by the In- dians without difficulty. As it was, the fire came roaring before the wind with the speed of a race- horse, and, spreading from the bottom, licked the IN THE OLD WEST £03 mountain-sides, the dry grass burning like tinder. Huge volumes of stifling smoke rolled before it> and in a very few minutes the trappers were hastily mounting their animals, driving the packed ones before them. The dense clouds of smoke con- cealed everything from their view, and, to avoid this, they broke from the creek and galloped up the sides of the canon on to the more level plateau. As they attained this, a band of mounted Indians charged them. One, waving a red blanket, dashed through the cavallada, and was instantly followed by all the loose animals of the trappers, the rest of the Indians pursuing with loud shouts. So sud- den was the charge, that the whites had not power to prevent the stampede. Old Bill, as usual, led his pack-mules by the lariat ; but the animals, mad with terror at the shouts of the Indians, broke from him, nearly pulling him out of his seat at the same time. To cover the retreat of the others with their" prey, a band of mounted Indians now appeared, threatening an attack in front, whilst their first assailants, rushing from the bottom, at least a hundred strong, assaulted in rear. " Do 'ee hyar, boys ? " shouted old Bill, " break, or you'll go under. This child's go in' to cache ! " and saying the word, off he went. Sauve qui pent was the order of the day, and not a moment too soon, for overwhelming numbers were charging upon them, and the mountain resounded with sav- age yells. La Bonte and Killbuck stuck together: 204 IN THE OLD WEST they saw old Bill, bending over his saddle, dive right into the cloud of smoke, and apparently make for the creek bottom — their other com- panions scattering each on his own hook, and saw no more of them for many a month ; and thus was one of the most daring and successful bands broken up that ever trapped in the mountains of the Far West. It is painful to follow the steps of the poor fel- lows who, thus despoiled of the hardly-earned produce of their hunt, saw all their wealth torn from them at one swoop. The two Canadians were killed upon the night succeeding that of the attack. Worn with fatigue, hungry and cold, they had built a fire in what they thought was a secure retreat, and, rolled in their blankets, were soon buried in a sleep from which they never awoke. An Indian boy tracked them, and watched their camp. Burning with the idea of signalizing himself thus early, he awaited his op- portunity, and noiselessly approaching their rest- ing-place, shot them both with arrows, and re- turned in triumph to his people with their horses and scalps. La Bonte and Killbuck sought a passage in the mountain by which to cross over to the head- waters of the Columbia, and there fall in with some of the traders or trappers of the North- West. They became involved in the mountains, in a part where was no game of any description, IN THE OLD WEST 205 and no pasture for their miserable animals. One of these they killed for food; the other, a bag of bones, died from sheer starvation. They had very little ammunition, their moccasins were worn out, and they were unable to procure skins to supply themselves with fresh ones. Winter was fast ap- proaching; the snow already covered the moun- tains; and storms of sleet and hail poured inces- santly through the valleys, benumbing their ex- hausted limbs, hardly protected by scanty and ragged covering. To add to their miseries, poor Killbuck was taken ill. He had been wounded in the groin by a bullet some time before, and the ball still remained. The wound, aggravated by walking and the excessive cold, assumed an ugly appearance, and soon rendered him incapable of sustained exertion, all motion even being attended with intolerable pain. La Bonte had made a shanty for his suffering companion, and spread a soft bed of pine branches for him, by the side of a small creek at the point where it came out of the mountain and followed its course through a little prairie. They had been three days without other food than a piece of parfleche, which had formed the back of La Bonte' s bullet-pouch, and which, after soaking in the creek, they eagerly devoured. Killbuck was unable to move, and sinking fast from exhaustion. His companion had hunted from morning till night, as well as his failing strength would allow him, but had not seen the £06 IN THE OLD WEST traces of any kind of game, with the exception of some old buffalo-tracks, made apparently months before by a band of bulls crossing the mountain. The morning of the fourth day, La Bonte as usual rose at daybreak from his blanket, and was proceeding to collect wood for the fire during his absence while hunting, when Killbuck called to him, and in an almost inarticulate voice desired him to seat himself by his side. " Boy," he said, " this old hoss feels like goin' under, and that afore long. You're stout yet, and if thar was meat handy, you'd come round slick. Now, boy, I'll be under, as I said, afore many hours, and if you don't raise meat you'll be in the same fix. I never eat dead meat * myself, and wouldn't ask no one to do it neither ; but meat fair killed is meat any way; so, boy, put your knife in this old nigger's lights, and help yourself. It's ' poor bull,' I know, but maybe it'll do to keep life in ; and along the fleece thar's meat yet, and maybe my old hump-ribs has picking on 'em." " You're a good old hoss," answered La Bonte, " but this child ain't turned nigger yet." Killbuck then begged his companion to leave Lira to his fate, and strive himself to reach game ; but this alternative La Bonte likewise generously refused-, and, faintly endeavoring to cheer the sick man, left him once again to look for game. He * Carrion. IN THE OLD WEST 207 was so weak that he felt difficulty in supporting himself; and knowing how futile would be his at- tempts to hunt, he sallied from the camp, con- vinced that a few hours more would see the last of him. He had scarcely raised his eyes, when, hardly crediting his senses, he saw within a few hundred yards of him an old bull, worn with age, lying on the prairie. Two wolves were seated on their haunches before him, their tongues lolling from their mouths, whilst the buffalo was impotently rolling his ponderous head from side to side, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at his tormentors, and flakes of foam, mixed with blood, dropping from his mouth over his long shaggy beard. La Bonte was transfixed; he scarcely dared to breathe, lest the animal should be alarmed and es- cape. Weak as it was, he could hardly have fol- lowed it, and, knowing that his own and compan- ion's life hung upon the success of his shot, he scarcely had strength to raise his rifle. By dint of extraordinary exertions and precautions — which were totally unecessary, for the poor old bull had not a move in him — the hunter ap- proached within shot. Lying upon the ground, he took a long steady aim, and fired. The buf- falo raised its matted head, tossed it wildly for an instant, and, stretching out its limbs convul- sively, turned over on its side and was dead. Killbuck heard the shot, and, crawling from 208 IN THE OLD WEST under the little shanty which covered his bed, saw, to his astonishment, La Bonte in the act of butch- ering a buffalo within two hundred yards of camp. " Hurraw for you ! " he faintly exclaimed ; and ex- hausted by the exertion he had used, and perhaps by the excitement of an anticipated feast, fell back and fainted. However, the killing was the easiest matter, for when the huge carcass lay dead upon the ground, our hunter had hardly strength to drive the blade of his knife through the tough hide of the old patriarch. Then, having cut off as much of the meat as he could carry, eating the while sundry portions of the liver, which he dipped in the gall- bladder by way of relish, La Bonte cast a wistful look upon the half-starved wolves, who now loped round and round, licking their chops, only waiting until his back was turned to fall to with appetite equal to his own, and capabilities of swallowing and digesting far superior. La Bonte looked at the buffalo and then at the wolves, leveled his rifle and shot one dead, at which the survivor scampered off without delay. Arrived at camp, packing in a tolerable load of the best part of the animal — for hunger lent him strength — he found poor Killbuck lying on his back, deaf to time, and to all appearance gone under. Having no sal-volatile or vinaigrette at hand, La Bonte flapped a lump of raw fleece into his patient's face, and this instantly revived him. IN THE OLD WEST 209 Then taking the sick man's shoulder, he raised him tenderly into a sitting posture, and invited, in kindly accents, " the old hoss to feed," thrusting at the same time a tolerable slice of liver into his hand, which the patient looked at wistfully and vaguely for a few short moments, and then greedily devoured. It was nightfall by the time that La Bonte, assisted by many intervals of hard eating, packed in the last of the meat, which formed a goodly pile around the fire. " Poor bull " it was, in all conscience : the labor of chewing a mouthful of the tenderloin was equal to a hard day's hunt; but to them, poor starved fellows, it appeared the richest of meat. They still preserved a small tin pot, and in this, by stress of eternal boiling, La Bonte contrived to make some strong soup, which soon restored his sick companion to marching order. For himself, as soon as a good meal had filled him, he was strong as ever, and employed himself in drying the re- mainder of the meat for future use. Even the wolf, bony as he was, was converted into meat, and rationed them several days. Winter, however, had set in with such severity, and Killbuck was still so weak, that La Bonte determined to remain in his present position until spring, as he now found that buffalo frequently visited the valley, as it was more bare of snow than the lowlands, and afforded them better pasture ; and one morning he had the satisfaction of seeing a band of seventeen 210 IN THE OLD WEST bulls within long rifle-shot of the camp, out of which four of the fattest were soon laid low by his rifle. They still had hard times before them, for to- wards spring the buffalo again disappeared; the greater part of their meat had been spoiled, ow- ing to there not being sufficient sun to dry it thor- oughly ; and when they resumed their journey they had nothing to carry with them, and had a desert before them without game of any kind. We pass over what they suffered. Hunger and thirst were their portion, and Indians assaulted them at times, and many miraculous and hair-breadth escapes they had from these enemies. CHAPTER VI THE trail to Oregon, followed by traders and emigrants, crosses the Rocky Mountains at a point known as the South Pass, where a break in the chain occurs of such moderate and gradual elevation as to permit the passage of wagons, with tolerable facility. The Sweetwater Valley runs nearly to the point where the divid- ing ridge of the Pacific and Atlantic waters throws off its streams to their respective oceans. At one end of this valley, and situated on the right bank of the Sweetwater, a huge isolated mass of granitic rock rises to the height of three hundred feet abruptly from the plain.* On the smooth and scarped surface presented by one of its sides, are rudely carved the names and initials of traders, trappers, travelers, and emigrants, who have here recorded the memorial of their sojourn in the remote wilderness of the Far West. The face of the rock is covered with names familiar to the mountaineers as those of the most renowned of their hardy brotherhood; while others, again, occur, better known to the science and literature * Independence Rock. (Ed.) 211 IN THE OLD WEST of the Old World than to the unlearned trappers of the Rocky Mountains. The huge mass is a well-known landmark to the Indians and moun- taineers ; and travelers and emigrants hail it as the halfway beacon between the frontiers of the United States and the still distant goal of their long and perilous journey. It was a hot sultry day in July. Not a breath of air relieved the intense and oppressive heat of the atmosphere, unusual here, where pleasant sum- mer breezes, and sometimes stronger gales, blow over the elevated plains with the regularity of trade-winds. The sun, at its meridian height, struck the dry sandy plain, and parched the drooping buffalo-grass on its surface ; and its rays, refracted and reverberating from the heated ground, distorted every object seen through its lurid medium. Straggling antelope, leisurely crossing the adjoining prairie, appeared to be gracefully moving in mid-air; whilst a scattered band of buffalo bulls loomed huge and indistinct in the vapory distance. In the timbered valley of the river, deer and elk were standing motionless in the water, under the shade of the overhanging cot ton woods, seeking a respite from the persever- ing attacks of swarms of horse-flies and mos- quitoes ; and now and then a heavy splash was heard, as they tossed their antlered heads into the stream, to free them from the venomous insects that buzzed incessantly about them. In the sandy IN THE OLD WEST 213 prairie, beetles of an enormous size were rolling in every direction huge balls of earth, pushing them with their hind legs with comical persever- ance; chameleons darted about, assimilating the hue of their grotesque bodies with the color of the sand : groups of prairie-dog houses were seen, each with its inmate barking lustily on the roof ; whilst under cover of nearly every bush of sage or cactus a rattlesnake lay glittering in lazy coil. Tanta- lizing the parched sight, the neighboring peaks of the lofty Wind River Mountains glittered in a mantle of sparkling snow; whilst Sweetwater Mountain, capped in cloud, looked gray and cool, in striking contrast to the burned-up plains which lay basking at its foot. Resting their backs against the rock (on which, we have said, are now carved the names of many travelers), and defended from the powerful rays of the sun by its precipitous sides, two white men quietly slept. They were gaunt and lantern- jawed, and clothed in tattered buckskin. Each held a rifle across his knees, but — strange sight in this country — one had its pan thrown open, which was rust-eaten and contained no priming; the other's hammer was without a flint. Their faces were as if covered with mahogany-colored parchment ; their eyes were sunken ; and as their jaws fell listlessly on their breasts, their cheeks were hollow, with the bones nearly protruding from the skin. One was in the prime of manhood, IN THE OLD WEST with handsome features ; the other, considerably past middle age, was stark and stern. Months of dire privation had brought them to this pass. The elder of the two was Killbuck, of mountain fame ; the other was hight La Bonte. The former opened his eyes, and saw the buffalo feeding on the plain. " Ho, boy," he said, touching his companion, " thar's meat a-run- nin'." La Bonte looked in the direction the other pointed, stood up, and hitching round his pouch and powder-horn, drew the stopper from the lat- ter with his teeth, and placing the mouth in the palm of his left hand, turned the horn up and shook it. " Not a grain," he said — " not a grain, old hoss." " Wagh ! " exclaimed the other, " we'll have to eat afore long," — and rising, walked into the prairie. He had hardly stepped two paces, when, passing close to a sage-bush, a rattlesnake whizzed a note of warning with its tail. Killbuck grinned, and taking the wiping-stick from his rifle-barrel, tapped the snake on the head, and taking it by the tail, threw it to La Bonte, saying, " hyar's meat, anyhow." The old fellow followed up his success by slaying half-a-dozen more, and brought them in skewered through the head on his wiping-stick. A fire was soon kindled, and the snakes roasting before it ; when La Bonte, who sat looking at buf- IN THE OLD WEST 215 falo which fed close to the rock, suddenly saw them raise their heads, snuff the air, and scamper to- wards him. A few minutes afterwards, a huge shapeless body loomed in the refracted air, ap- proaching the spot where the buffalo had been grazing. The hunters looked at it and then at each other, and ejaculated "Wagh!" Presently a long white mass showed more distinctly, followed by another, and before each was a string of ani- mals. " Wagons, by hoss and beaver ! Hurrah for Conestoga ! " exclaimed the trappers in a breath, as they now observed two white-tilted wagons, drawn by several pairs of mules, approaching the very spot where they sat. Several mounted men were riding about the wagons, and two on horse- back, in advance of all, were approaching the rock, when they observed the smoke curling from the hunters' fire. They halted at sight of this; and one of the two, drawing a long instrument from a case, which Killbuck voted a rifle, directed it to- wards them for a moment, and then lowering it, again moved forward. As they drew near, the two poor trappers, al- though half-dead with joy, still retained their seats with Indian gravity and immobility of fea- ture, turning now and then the crackling snakes which lay on the embers of the fire. The two strangers approached. One, a man of some fifty years of age, of middle height and stoutly built, 216 IN THE OLD WEST was clad in a white shooting- jacket, of cut un- known in mountain tailoring, and a pair of trousers of the well-known material called shep- herd's plaid ; a broad-brimmed Panama shaded his face, which was ruddy with health and exercise; a belt round the waist supported a handsome bowie-knife, and a double-barreled fowling-piece was slung across his shoulder. His companion was likewise dressed in a light shooting-jacket, of many pockets and dandy cut, rode on an English saddle and in boots, and was armed with a superb double rifle, glossy from the case, and bearing few marks of use or service. He was a tall fine-looking fellow of thirty, with light hair and complexion; a scrupulous beard and mustache; a wide-awake hat, with a short pipe stuck in the band, not very black with smoke ; an elaborate powder-horn over his shoulder, with a Cairngorm in the butt as large as a plate ; a blue handkerchief tied round his throat in a sailor's knot, and the collar of his shirt turned carefully over it. He had, moreover, a tolerable idea of his very correct appearance, and wore Woodstock gloves. The trappers looked at them from head to foot, and the more they looked, the less could they make them out. " H — ! " exclaimed La Bonte, emphatically. " This beats grainin' bull-hide slick," broke from Killbuck as the strangers reined up at the IN THE OLD WEST fire, the younger dismounting, and staring with wonder at the weather-beaten trappers. " Well, my men, how are you ? " he rattled out. " Any game here ? By Jove ! " he suddenly ex- claimed, seizing his rifle, as at that moment a large buzzard, the most unclean of birds, flew into the topmost branch of a cottonwood, and sat, a tempting shot. " By Jove, there's a chance ! " cried the mighty hunter ; and, bending low, started off to approach the unwary bird in the most ap- proved fashion of northern deer-stalkers. The buzzard sat quietly, and now and then stretched its neck to gaze upon the advancing sportsman, who on such occasions threw himself flat on the ground, and remained, motionless, in dread o'f alarming the bird. It was worth while to look at the countenance of old Killbuck, as he watched the antics of the " bourgeois " hunter. He thought at first that the dandy rifleman had really discovered game in the bottom, and was nothing loath that there was a chance of his seeing meat; but when he understood the object of such ma- neuvers, and saw the quarry the hunter was so care- fully approaching, his mouth grinned from ear to ear, and, turning to La Bonte, he said, " Wagh ! "he's some — he is I " Nothing doubting, however, the stranger ap- proached the tree on which the bird was sitting, and, getting well under it, raised his rifle and fired. Down tumbled the bird ; and the successful 218 IN THE OLD WEST hunter, with a loud shout, rushed frantically to- wards it, and bore it in triumph to the camp, earn- ing the most sovereign contempt from the two trappers by the achievement. The other stranger was a quieter character. He, too, smiled as he witnessed the exultation of his younger companion (whose horse, by the way, was scampering about the plain), and spoke kindly to the mountaineers, whose appearance was clear evidence of the sufferings they had endured. The snakes by this time were cooked, and the trappers gave their new acquaintances the never-failing in- vitation to " sit and eat." When the latter, how- ever, understood what the viands were, their looks expressed the horror and disgust they felt. " Good God ! " exclaimed the elder, " you surely cannot eat such disgusting food? " " This nigger doesn't savy what disgustin' is," gruffly answered Killbuck ; " but them as carries empty paunch three days an' more, is glad to get snake meat, I'm thinkin'." " What ! you've no ammunition, then ? " " Well, we haven't." " Wait till the wagons come up, and throw away that abominable stuff, and you shall have some- thing better, I promise," said the elder of the strangers. " Yes," continued the younger ; " some hot pre- served soup, hotch-potch, and a glass of porter, will do you: good." IN THE OLD WEST 219 The trappers looked at the speaker, who was talking Greek (to them). They thought the bourgeois were making fun, and did not half like it, so answered simply, " Wagh ! h — *s full of hosh- posh and porter." Two large wagons presently came up, escorted by some eight or ten stout Missourians. Sub- lette was amongst the number, well known as a mountain trader, and under whose guidance the present party, which formed a pleasure expedition at the expense of a Scotch sportsman, was lei- surely making its way across the mountains to the Columbia. As several mountaineers were in com- pany, Killbuck and La Bonte recognized more than one friend, and the former and Sublette were old campaneros. As soon as the animals were un- hitched, and camp formed on the banks of the creek, a black cook set about preparing a meal. Our two trapping friends looked on with astonish- ment as the sable functionary drew from the wagon the different articles he required to furnish forth a feed. Hams, tongues, tins of preserved meats, bottles of pickles, of porter, brandy, coffee, sugar, flour, were tumbled promiscuously on the prairie; whilst pots and pans, knives, forks, spoons, plates, &c. &c., displayed their unfamiliar faces to the mountaineers. " Hosh-posh and por- ter " did not now appear such Utopian articles as they had first imagined ; but no one but those who have lived for years on simple meat and water, 220 IN THE OLD WEST can understand the relish with which they ac- cepted the invitation of the Cap'n (as they called the Scotchman) to "take a horn of liquor." Killbuck and La Bonte sat in the same position as when we first surprised them asleep under the shadow of Independence Rock, regarding the pro- fuse display of comestibles with scarce-believing eyes, and childishly helpless from the novelty of the scene. Each took the proffered half-pint cup, filled to the brim with excellent brandy — (no teetotallers they!) — looked once at the amber- colored surface, and, with the usual mountain pledge of " here's luck ! " tossed off the grateful liquor at a breath. This prepared them in some measure for what was yet in store for them. The Scotchman bestirred the cook in his work, and soon sundry steaming pots were lifted from the fire, and the skillets emptied of their bread — the contents of the former poured in large flat pans, while pannikins were filled with smoking coffee. The two trappers needed no second invitation, but, seizing each a panful of steaming stew, drew the butcher-knives from their belts, and fell-to lustily — the hospitable Scotchman plying them with more and more, and administering corrective noggins of brandy the while ; until at last they were fain to cry " enough," wiped their knives on the grass, and placed them in their sheaths — a sign that human nature could no more. How can pen describe the luxury of the smoke that followed, to IN THE OLD WEST lips which had not kissed pipe for many months, and how the fragrant honey-dew from Old Vir- ginia was relishingly puffed! But the Scotchman's bounty did not stop here. He soon elicited from the lips of the hunters the narrative of their losses and privations, and learned that they now, without ammunition and scarcely clothed, were on their way to Platte Fort, to hire themselves to the Indian traders in order to earn another outfit, wherewith once more to be- take themselves to their perilous employment of trapping. What was their astonishment to see their entertainer presently lay out upon the ground two piles of goods, each consisting of a four-point Mackinaw, two tin canisters of powder, with corresponding lead and flints, a pair of moc- casins, a shirt, and sufficient buckskin to make a pair of pantaloons ; and how much the more was the wonder increased when two excellent Indian horses were presently lassoed from the cavallada, and with mountain saddle, bridle, and lariats com- plete, together with the two piles of goods de- scribed, presented to them " on the prairie " or " gift-free," by the kind-hearted stranger, who would not even listen to thanks for the most timely and invaluable present. Once more equipped, our two hunters, filled with good brandy and fat buffalo meat, again wended on their way ; their late entertainers con- tinuing their pleasure-trip across the gap of the IN THE OLD WEST South Pass, intending to visit the Great Salt Lake, or Timponogos, of the West. The former were bound for the North Fork of the Platte, with the intention of joining one of the numerous trapping parties which rendezvous at the American Fur Company's post on that branch of the river. On a fork of Sweetwater, however, not two days after the meeting with the Scotchman's wagons, they encountered a band of a dozen mountaineers, mounted on fine horses, and well armed and equipped, traveling along without the usual ac- companiment of a mulada of pack-animals, two or three mules alone being packed with meat and spare ammunition. The band was proceeding at a smart rate, the horses moving with the gait pe- culiar to American animals, known as pacing or racking, in Indian file — each of the mountain- eers with a long heavy rifle resting across the horn of his saddle. Amongst them our two friends recognized Markhead, who had been of the party dispersed months before by the Blackfeet on one of the head-streams of the Yellow Stone, which event had been the origin of the dire suffer- ings of Killbuck and La Bonte. Markhead, after running the gauntlet of numerous Indians, through the midst of whose country he passed with his usual temerity and utter disregard to danger, suf- fering hunger, thirst, and cold — those everyday experiences of mountain life — riddled with balls, but with three scalps hanging from his belt, made IN THE OLD WEST his way to a rendezvous on Bear River, whence he struck out for the Platte in early spring, in time to join the band he now accompanied, who were on a horse-stealing expedition to the Missions of Upper California. Little persuasion did either Killbuck or La Bonte require to join the sturdy freebooters. In five minutes they had gone " files- about," and at sundown were camping on the well- timbered bottom of Little Sandy, feasting once more on delicate hump-rib and tenderloin. For California, ho ! Fourteen good rifles in the hands of fourteen mountainmen stout and true, on fourteen strong horses, of true Indian blood and training — four- teen cool heads, with fourteen pairs of keen eyes in them, each head crafty as an Indian's, directing a right arm strong as steel, and a heart as brave as grizzly bear's. Before them a thousand miles of dreary desert or wilderness, overrun by hostile savages, thirsting for the white man's blood; famine and drought, the arrows of wily hordes of Indians — and, these dangers past, the invasion of the civilized settlements of whites, the least numerous of which contained ten times their num- ber of armed and bitter enemies — the sudden swoop upon their countless herds of mules and horses, the fierce attack and bloody slaughter ; — such were the consequences of the expedition these bold mountaineers were now engaged in. Four- teen lives of any fourteen enemies who would be IN THE OLD WEST rash enough to stay them, were, any day you will, carried in the rifle-barrels of these stout fellows ; who, in all the proud consciousness of their phys- ical qualities, neither thought, nor cared to think, of future perils; and rode merrily on their way, rejoicing in the dangers they must necessarily meet. Never a more daring band crossed the mountains ; a more than ordinary want of caution characterized their march, and dangers were reck- lessly and needlessly invited, which even the older and more cold-blooded mountaineers seemed not to care to avoid. They had, each and all, many a debt to pay the marauding Indians. Grudges for many privations, for wounds and loss of com- rades, rankled in their breasts; and not one but had suffered more or less in property and person at the hands of the savages, within a few short months. Threats of vengeance on every Redskin they met were loud and deep; and the wild war- songs round their nightly camp-fires, and gro- tesque scalp-dances, borrowed from the Indians, proved to the initiated that they were, one and all, " half-froze for hair." Soon after Killbuck and La Bonte joined them, they one day suddenly sur- prised a band of twenty Sioux, scattered on a small prairie, and butchering some buffalo they had just killed. Before they could escape, the whites were upon them with loud shouts, and in three minutes the scalps of eleven were dangling from their saddle-horns. IN THE OLD WEST 225 Struggling up mountains, slipping down preci- pices, dashing over prairies which resounded with their Indian songs, charging the Indians wherever they met them, and without regard to their num- bers ; frightening with their lusty war-whoops the miserable Diggers, who were not unfrequently sur- prised while gathering roots in the mountain plains, and who, scrambling up the rocks and con- cealing themselves, like sage rabbits, in holes and corners, peered, chattering with fear, as the wild and noisy troop rode by: scarce drawing rein, they passed rapidly the heads of Green and Grand Rivers, through a country abounding in game and in excellent pasture ; encountering in the upland valleys, through which meandered the well-tim- bered creeks on which they made their daily camps, many a band of Yutas, through whom they dashed at random, caring not whether they were friends or foes. Passing many other heads of streams, they struck at last the edge of the desert, lying along the south-eastern base of the Great Salt Lake, and which extends in almost un- broken sterility to the foot of the range of the Sierra Nevada — a mountain-chain, capped with perpetual snow, that bounds the northern extrem- ity of a singular tract of country, walled by mountains and utterly desert, whose salt lagoons and lakes, although fed by many streams, find no outlet to the ocean, but are absorbed in the spongy soil or thirsty sand which characterize the IN THE OLD WEST different portions of this deserted tract. In the Grand Basin, it is reported, neither human nor animal life can be supported. No oasis cheers the wanderer in the unbroken solitude of the vast wilderness. More than once the lone trapper has penetrated with hardy enterprise into the salt plains of the basin, but no signs of beaver or fur- bearing animal rewarded the attempt. The ground is scantily covered with coarse unwhole- some grass that mules and horses refuse to eat; and the water of the springs, impregnated with the impurities of the soil through which it perco- lates, affords but nauseating draughts to the thirsty traveler. In passing from the more fertile uplands to the lower plains, as they descended the streams, the timber on their banks became scarcer, and the groves more scattered. The rich buffalo or grama grass was exchanged for a coarser species, on which the hard-worked animals soon grew poor and weak. The thickets of plum and cherry, of box-elder and quaking-ash, which had hitherto fringed the creeks, and where the deer and bear loved to resort — the former to browse on the leaves and tender shoots, the latter to de- vour the fruit — now entirely disappeared, and the only shrub seen was the eternal sage- bush, which flourishes everywhere in the west- ern regions in uncongenial soils where other vegetation refuses to grow. The visible change IN THE OLD WEST in the scenery had also a sensible effect on the spirits of the mountaineers. They traveled on in silence through the deserted plains ; the hi- hi-hiya of their Indian chants was no longer heard enlivening the line of march. More than once a Digger of the Piyutah tribe took himself and hair in safety from their path, and almost unnoticed; but as they advanced they became more cautious in their movements, and testified, by the vigilant watch they kept, that they anticipated hostile attacks even in these arid wastes. They had passed without molestation through the country infested by the bolder Indians. The mountain Yutas, not relishing the appearance of the hunters, had left them unmolested; but they were now entering a country inhabited by the most de- graded and abject of the western tribes; who, nevertheless, ever suffering from the extremities of hunger, have their brutish wits sharpened by the necessity of procuring food, and rarely fail to levy a contribution of rations, of horse or mule flesh, on the passenger in their inhospitable country. The brutish cunning and animal instinct of these wretches is such, that, although arrant cowards, their attacks are more feared than those of bolder Indians. These people — called the Yamparicas or Root Diggers — are, nevertheless, the degen- erate descendants of those tribes which once over- ran that portion of the continent of North America now comprehended within the boundaries IN THE OLD WEST of Mexico, and who have left such startling evi- dences in their track of a comparatively superior state of civilization. They now form an outcast tribe of the great nation of the Apache, which ex- tends under various names from the Great Salt Lake along the table-lands on each side of the Sierra Madre to the tropic of Cancer, where they merge into what are called the Mexican Indians. The whole of this nation is characterized by most abject cowardice; and they even refuse to meet the helpless Mexicans in open fight — unlike the Yuta or Comanche, who carry bold and open war- fare into the territories of their civilized enemy, and never shrink from hand-to-hand encounter. The Apaches and the degenerate Diggers pursue a cowardly warfare, hiding in ambush, and shoot- ing the passer-by with arrows ; or, dashing upon him at night when steeped in sleep, they bury their arrow to the feather in his heaving breast. As the Mexicans say, " Sin ventaja, no salen; " they never attack without odds. But they are not the less dangerous enemies on this account; and by the small bands of trappers who visit their country they are the more dreaded by reason of this cowardly and wolfish system of warfare. To provide against surprise, therefore, as the hunters rode along, flankers were extended en guerilla on each side, mounting the high points to reconnoiter the country, and keeping a sharp look-out for Indian sign. At night the animals IN THE OLD WEST 229 were securely hobbled, and a horse-guard posted round them — a service of great danger, as the stealthy cat-like Diggers are often known to steal up silently, under cover of the darkness, towards the sentinel, shoot him with their arrows, and, ap- proaching the animals, cut the hobbles and drive them away unseen. One night they encamped on a creek where was but little of the coarsest pasture, and that little scattered here and there, so that they were com- pelled to allow their animals to roam farther than usual from camp in search of food. Four of the hunters, however, accompanied them to guard against surprise ; whilst but half of those in camp lay down to sleep, the others, with rifles in their hands, remaining prepared for any emergency. This day they had killed one of their two pack- mules for food, game not having been met with for several days ; but the animal was so poor that it scarcely afforded more than one tolerable meal to the whole party. A short time before the dawn of day an alarm was given; the animals were heard to snort vio- lently; a loud shout was heard, followed by the sharp crack of a rifle, and the tramp of galloping horses plainly showed that a stampede had been affected. The whites instantly sprang to their arms, and rushed in the direction of the sounds. The body of the cavallada, however, had luckily turned, and, being headed by the mountaineers, 230 IN THE OLD WEST were surrounded and secured, with the loss of only three, which had probably been mounted by the Indians. Day breaking soon after, one of their band was discovered to be missing; and it was then found that a man who had been standing horse-guard at the time of the attack, had not come into camp with his companions. At that moment a thin spiral column of smoke was seen to rise from the banks of the creek, telling but too surely the fate of the missing mountaineer. It was the signal of the Indians to their people that a coup had been struck, and that an enemy's scalp remained in their triumphant hands. " H ! " exclaimed the trappers in a breath ; and soon imprecations and threats of revenge, loud and deep, were showered upon the heads of the treacherous Indians. Some of the party rushed to the spot where the guard had stood, and there lay the body of their comrade, pierced with lance and arrow, the scalp gone, and the body otherwise mutilated in a barbarous manner. Five were quickly in the saddle, mounted upon the strongest horses, and flying along the track of the Indians, who had made off towards the mountains with their prize and booty. We will not follow them in their work of bloody vengeance, save by saying that they followed the savages to their village, into which they charged headlong, re- covered their stolen horses, and returned to camp IN THE OLD WEST 231 at sundown with thirteen scalps dangling from their rifles, in payment for the loss of their unfor- tunate companion.* In their further advance, hunger and thirst were their daily companions : they were compelled to kill several of their animals for food, but were fortunate enough to replace them by a stroke of good-luck in meeting a party of Indians return- ing from an excursion against one of the Cali- fornian settlements with a tolerably large band of horses. Our hunters met this band one fine morn- ing, and dashed into the midst at once; half-a- dozen Indians bit the dust, and twenty horses were turned over from red to white masters in as many seconds, which remounted those whose ani- mals had been eaten, and enabled the others to exchange their worn-out steeds for fresh ones. This fortunate event was considered a coup, and the event was celebrated by the slaughter of a fat young horse, which furnished an excellent supper that night — a memorable event in these starve- ling regions. * In Fremont's expedition to California, on a somewhat similar occasion, two mountaineers — one the celebrated Kit Carson, the other a St. Louis Frenchman named Godey, and both old trappers — performed a feat surpassing the one described above, inasmuch as they were but two. They charged into an Indian village to rescue some stolen horses, and avenge the slaughter of two New Mexicans who had been butchered by the Indians; both which objects they effected, returning to camp with the lost animals and a couple of propitiatory scalps. IN THE OLD WEST They were now devouring their horses and mules at the rate of one every alternate day; for so poor were the animals that one scarcely fur- nished an ample meal for the thirteen hungry hunters. They were once more reduced to the animals they rode on ; and after a fast of twenty- four hours' duration, were debating on the pro- priety of drawing lots as to whose Rosinante should fill the kettle, when some Indians suddenly appeared making signs of peace upon the bluff, and indicating a disposition to enter the camp for the purpose of trading. Being invited to ap- proach, they offered to trade a few dressed elk- skins ; but being asked for meat, they said that their village was a long way off, and they had nothing with them but a small portion of some game they had lately killed. When requested to produce this they hesitated; but the trappers looking hungry and angry at the same moment, an old Indian drew from under his blanket several flaps of portable dried meat, which he declared was bear's. It was but a small ration amongst so many ; but, being divided, was quickly laid upon the fire to broil. The meat was stringy, and of whitish color, altogether unlike any flesh the trappers had before eaten. Killbuck was the first to discover this. He had been quietly masticating the last mouthful of his portion, the stringiness of which required more than usual dental exertion, when the novelty of the flavor IN THE OLD WEST struck him as something singular. Suddenly his jaws ceased their work, he thought a moment, took the morsel from his mouth, looked at it in- tently, and dashed it into the fire. " Man-meat, by G — ! " he cried out ; and at the words every jaw stopped work: the trappers looked at the meat and each other. " I'm dog-gone if it ain't ! " cried old Walker, looking at his piece, " and white meat at that, wagh! " (and report said it was not the first time he had tasted such viands;) and the conviction seizing each mind, every mouthful was quickly spat into the fire, and the ire of the deceived whites was instantly turned upon the luckless pro- viders of the feast. They saw the storm that was brewing, and without more ado turned tail from the camp, and scuttled up the bluffs, where, turning round, they fired a volley of arrows at the tricked mountaineers, and instantly disap- peared. However, the desert and its nomad pilferers were at length passed; the sandy plains became grass-covered prairies ; the monstrous cottonwood on the creeks was replaced by oak and ash; the surface of the country grew more undulating, and less broken up into canons and ravines; elk and deer leaped in the bottoms, and bands of antelope dotted the plains, with occasional troops of wild horses, too wary to allow the approach of man. On the banks of a picturesque stream called the IN THE OLD WEST San Joaquim the party halted a few days to re- cruit themselves and animals, feasting the while on the fattest of venison and other game. They then struck to the south-east for two days, until they reached a branch of the Las Animas, a clear stream running through a pretty valley, well timbered and abounding in game. Here, as they wound along the river-banks, a horseman suddenly appeared upon the bluff above them, galloping at a furious rate along the edge. His dress approached in some degree to civilized at- tire. A broad-brimmed sombrero surmounted his swarthy face; a colored blanket, through a slit in which his head was thrust, floated in the air from his shoulders ; leathern leggings incased his lower limbs; and huge spurs jingled on his heels. He rode in a high-peaked Mexican saddle, his feet thrust in ponderous stirrups, and in his hand swung a coil of ready lasso, his only of- fensive arm. One of the trappers knew a little Spanish, and instantly hailed him. " Compadre" he shouted, " por onde va? " The Calif ornian reined in suddenly, throwing the horse he rode on its very haunches, and, darting down the bluff, galloped unhesitatingly into the midst of the hunters. " Americanos! " he exclaimed, glancing at them ; and continued, smiling — " Y caballos quieren, por eso vienen tan lejitos. Jesu$, que mala gente! " — " It's horses you want, and for IN THE OLD WEST this you come all this way. Ah, what rogues you are!" He was an Indian, employed at the Mission of San Fernando, distant three days' journey from their present position, and was now searching for a band of horses and mules which had strayed. San Fernando, it appeared, had once before been visited by a party of mountain freebooters, and the Indian therefore divined the object of the pres- ent one. He was, he told them, " un Indio, pero mansito " — an Indian, but a tame one ; * " de mas, Christiana " — a Christian, moreover (exhibiting a small cross which hung round his neck). There were many people about the Mission, he said, who knew how to fight, and had plenty of arms; and there were enough to " eat up," the " Americanos, san frijoles," without beans, as he facetiously ob- served. For his part, however, he was very friendly to the Americanos; he had once met a man of that nation who was a good sort of fel- low, and who had made him a present of tobacco, of which he was particularly fond. Finding this hint did not take, he said that the horses and mules belonging to the Mission were innumerable • — " like that," he added, sweeping his hand to all points of the compass over the plain, to intimate that they would cover that extent; and he could point out a large herd grazing nearer at hand * The Mexicans call the Indians living near the Missions and engaged in agriculture, mansos, or mansitos, "tame." 236 IN THE OLD WEST than the Mission, and guarded but by three vaqueros. Regaled with venison, and with a smoke of his coveted tobacco, he rode off, and made his way to the Mission without delay, conveying the startling intelligence that a thou- sand Americans were upon them. The next morning the thirteen doughty moun- taineers quietly resumed their journey, moving leisurely along towards the object of their expedi- tion. It will not be out of place here to digress a little, in order to describe the singular features of the establishments formed in those remote regions by the Catholic Church, as nuclei round which to concentrate the wandering tribes that inhabit the country, with a view to give them the benefit of civilized example, and to wean them from their restless nomadic habits. The establishment of Missions in Upper Cali- fornia is coeval with the first settlement of South- ern Mexico. No sooner had Spanish rule taken a firm foothold in the Aztec empire, than the avowed primary object of the military expedition began to be carried into effect. " To save the souls " of the savage and barbarous subjects of their most Catholic majesties was ever inculcated upon the governors of the conquered country as the grand object to be sought after, as soon as tranquillity was partially restored by the sub- mission of the Mexicans ; and the Cross, the sacred IN THE OLD WEST £37 emblem of the Catholic faith, was to be upraised in the remotest corners of the country, and the natives instructed and compelled to worship it, in lieu of the grotesque images of their own idola- trous religion. To carry into effect these orthodox instruc- tions, troops of pious priests, of friars and monks of every order, and even of saintly nuns, followed in the wake of the victorious armies of Cortez; and girding up their loins, with zealous fervor and enthusiasm, and with an enterprise and hardi- hood worthy of buccaneers, they pushed their adventurous way far into the bowels of the land, preaching devoutly and with commendable perse- verance to savages who did not understand a syl- lable of what they so eloquently discoursed ; and returning, after the lapse of many months passed in this first attempt, with glowing accounts of the " rmiy buen indole," the very ductile disposition of the savages, and of the thousands they had converted to " la santa fe catolica" Ferdinand and Isabel, of glorious memory, at once beat up for volunteers. Crowds of Francis- can monks, greasy Capuchinos, and nuns of orthodox odor, joined the band; and saints even of the feminine gender, long since canonized and up aloft amongst the goodly muster of saints and martyrs, put foot once more on terra firma, and, rosary in hand, crossed the seas to participate in the good work. As proof of this latter fact, one 238 IN THE OLD WEST Venabides, a Franciscan, whose veracity is beyond impeachment, declared that, while preaching in the regions now known as New Mexico, one million Indians from the " rumbo " known as Cibolo, a mighty nation, approached his temporary pul- pit on the Rio Grande, and requested in a body the favor of being baptized. Struck with the singularity of this request from Indians with whom he had as yet held no communication, and with conscientious scruple as to whether he would be justified in performing such ceremony without their having received previous instruction, he hesi- tated a few moments before making an answer. At this juncture the Indians espied a medallion which hung around his neck, bearing the effigy of a certain saint of extraordinary virtue. At sight of this they fell on their knees before it ; and it was some time before they found words (in what language does not appear) to explain to the holy father that the original of that effigy, which hung pendant from his neck, had been long amongst them instructing them in the elements of the Christian religion, and had only lately dis- appeared; informing them that certain reverend men would shortly appear in the land, who would finish the good work she had devoutly commenced, and clench the business by baptizing the one mil- lion miserable sinners who now knelt before El Padre Venabides. " Valgame Dios! " reverently exclaimed that IN THE OLD WEST 239 worthy man, " qui milagro es este! " [what a mir- acle is this I hear !] and casting up his eyes, and speaking slowly, as if he weighed every word, and taxing his memory of the historical calendar of saints, continued, — " Se murio — aquella — santissima — muger — en el ano 175 — es decir — ya hacen — mil — quatro — cientos — anos." [That most holy woman died in the year 175 ; that is to say, one thousand four hundred years ago.] " Oh, what a strange thing is this ! " the padre continues devoutly. " After so many ages spent in heaven in company of the angels, of most holy men, and of virgins the most pure — and, per- haps, also in the company of my worthy and es- teemed friend and patron, Don Vincente Car- vajal y Calvo, who died a few years ago in San Lucar Xeres (bequeathing me certain arrobas of dry wine, of a class I greatly esteem — for which act he deserved to be canonized, and, I have no doubt, is), the said Don Vincente Carvajal y Calvo being, moreover, a man of the purest and holiest thoughts (Dios mio! what a puchero that man always had on his table ! ) — this holy woman comes here, to these wild and remote regions; this holy woman (who died fifteen hun- dred years ago), abandoning the company of angels, of holy men, and sanctified women and vir- gins, and also of Don Vincente Carvajal y Calvo (that worthy man!) — comes here, I say, where 240 IN THE OLD WEST there are neither pucheros, nor garbanzos, nor dry wine, nor sweet wine, neither of Xeres, nor of Val de Pefias, nor of Peralta; where " (sobbed the padre, and bellowed the last word) " there is — nothing either to eat or to drink. Valgame Purissima Maria! And what is the name of this holy woman? the world will ask," continues Ven- abides. " Santa Clara of Carmona is her name, one well known in my native country, who leaves heaven and all its joys, wends her way to the dis- tant wilds of New Spain, and spends years in in- ducting the savage people to the holy faith. Truly a pious work, and pleasing to God ! " * Thus spoke Venabides the Franciscan, and no doubt he believed what he said; and many others in Old Spain were fools enough to believe it too, for the shaven heads flocked over in greater num- bers, and the cry was ever, " still they come." Along the whole extent of the table-lands, not an Indian tribe but was speedily visited by the preaching friars and monks ; and in less than a century after the conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards, these hardy and enthusiastic frayles had pushed their way into the inhospitable regions of New Mexico, nearly two thousand miles distant from the valley of Anahuac. How they succeeded in surmounting the natural obstacles presented by * From a manuscript obtained in Santa Fe" of New Mex- ico, describing the labors of the missionaries Fray Augustin Ruiz, Venabides, and Marcos, in the year 1585. IN THE OLD WEST 241 the wild and barren deserts they traversed — how they escaped the infinite peril they encountered at every step at the hands of the savage inhabit- ants of the country, with whose language they were totally unacquainted — is sufficient puzzle to those who, in the present day, have attempted a journey in the same regions. However, it is impossible not to admire the hardihood of these holy pioneers of civilization, who, totally unfitted by their former mode of life for undergoing such hardships as they must have anticipated, threw themselves into the wilderness with fearless and stubborn zeal. For the most part, however, they found the Indians exceedingly hospitable and well disposed; and it was not until some time after — when, re- ceiving from the missionary monks glowing, and not always very truthful, accounts of the riches of the country in which they had located them- selves, the governors of Mexico dispatched armed expeditions under adventurous desperadoes to take and retain possession of the said country, with orders to compel the submission of the na- tive tribes, and enforce their obedience to the authority of the whites — that the simple and con- fiding Indians began to see the folly they had committed in permitting the residence amongst them of these superior beings, whom they had first looked upon as more than mortal; but who, when strong enough to do so, were not long in IN THE OLD WEST throwing off the mask, and proving to the simple savages that they were much " more human than divine." Thus, in the province of New Mexico, Fray Augustin Ruiz, with his co-preachers, Marcos and Venabides, were kindly received by the native in- habitants, and we have seen how one million (?) Indians came from the " rumbo " of the Cibolo, ready and willing to receive the baptismal sacra- ment. This Cibolo, or Sivulo, as it is written in some old MSS., is, by the way, mysteriously alluded to by the monkish historians who have written on this region, as being a kingdom in- habited by a very superior class of Indians to any met with between Anahuac and the vale of Taos — in the enj oyment of a high state of civilization, inhabiting a well-built city, the houses of which were three storeys high, and having attained con- siderable perfection in the domestic arts. This, notwithstanding the authority of Don Francisco Vasquez Coronado, who visited Cibolo, and of Solis and Venegas, who have guaranteed the as- sertion, must be received cum grano sails; but, at all events, the civilization of the mysterious Cibolo may be compared to that of the Aztec empire un- der Montezuma, at the time of the Spanish Con- quest, both being egregiously exaggerated by the historians of the day. Cibolo was situated on a river called Tegue. At this day, neither name is known to the inhabitants of New Mexico. If IN THE OLD WEST pate-shaven Venabides had held his tongue, New Mexico might now be in the peaceful possession of the Catholic Missions, and the property of the Church of Mexico pretty considerably enhanced by the valuable placeres, or gold-washings, which abound in that province. Full, however, of the wonderful miracle of Santa Clara of Carmona, which had been brought to light through the agency of the medallion at the end of his rosario, Fray Venabides must needs return to Spain, and humbug poor old Fernando, and even the more sensible Isabel, with wonderful accounts of the riches of the country he had been instrumental in exploring, and of the excellent disposition of the natives to receive the Word of God. Don Juan Onate was therefore quickly dispatched to take possession; and in his train followed twelve Cas- tilian families of sangre azul, to colonize the newly- acquired territory. The names of these still re- main, disgraced by the degenerate wretches who now bear them, but in whom scarce a drop of blood remains which ever filtered from the veins of the paladins of Old Castile. Then commenced the troublous times. The Missions were upheld by dint of steel alone; and frequently the Indians rose, and often massacred their white persecutors. The colonists were more than once driven bodily from New Mexico, and were only reinstated by the aid of large bodies of armed men. 244 IN THE OLD WEST In California, however, they managed these things better. The wily monks took care to keep all interlopers from the country, established them- selves in snug quarters, instructed the Indians in agriculture ; and soon gained such an ascendency over them, that no difficulty was experienced in keeping them under proper and wholesome re- straint. Strong and commodious Missions were built and fortified, well stored with arms and am- munition, and containing sufficient defenders to defy attack. Luxuriant gardens and thriving vineyards soon surrounded these isolated stations: the plains waved with- golden corn; whilst domestic cattle, thriving on the rich pasture, and roaming far and near, multiplied and increased a hundred- fold. Nothing can be more beautiful than the ap- pearance of one of these Missions, to the traveler who has lately passed the arid and barren wilder- ness of the North-West. The adobe walls of the convent-looking building, surmounted by cross and belfry, are generally hidden in a mass of luxuriant vegetation. Fig-trees, bananas, cherry, and apple, leaf-spreading platanos, and groves of olives, form umbrageous vistas, under which the sleek monks delight to wander; gardens, cultivated by their own hands, testify to the horticultural skill of the worthy padres ; whilst vineyards yield their grateful produce to gladden the hearts of the holy exiles in these western solitudes. Vast IN THE OLD WEST 245 herds of cattle roam half-wild on the plains, and bands of mules and horses, whose fame has even reached the distant table-lands of the Rocky Mountains, and excited the covetousness of the hunters — and thousands of which, from the day they are foaled to that of their death, never feel a saddle on their backs — cover the country. In- dians (Mansitos) idle round the skirts of these vast herds (whose very numbers keep them to- gether), living, at their own choice, upon the flesh of mule, or ox, or horse. CHAPTER VII THE Mission of San Fernando is situated on a small river called Las Animas, a branch of the Los Martires. The con- vent is built at the neck of a large plain, at the point of influx of the stream from the broken spurs of the sierra. The savanna is covered with luxuriant grass, kept down, however, by the count- less herds of cattle which pasture on it. The banks of the creek are covered with a lofty growth of oak and poplar, which, near the Mission, have been considerably thinned for the purpose of af- fording fuel and building materials for the in- creasing settlement. The convent stands in the midst of a grove of fruit-trees, its rude tower and cross peeping above them, and contrasting pic- turesquely with the wildness of the surrounding scenery. Gardens and orchards lie immediately in front of the building, and a vineyard stretches away to the upland ridge of the valley. The huts of the Indians are scattered here and there, built of stone and adobe, sometimes thatched with flags and boughs, but comfortable enough. The con- vent itself is a substantial building, of the style of architecture characterizing monastic edifices 246 IN THE OLD WEST in most parts of the world. Loopholes peer from its plastered walls, and on a flat portion of the roof a comically-mounted gingall or wall-piece, carrying a two-pound ball, threatens the assail- ant in time of war. At one end of the oblong building, a rough irregular arch of sun-burned bricks is surmounted by a rude cross, under which hangs a small but deep-toned bell — the wonder of the Indian peones, and highly venerated by the frayles themselves, who received it as a present from a certain venerable archbishop of Old Spain, and who, whilst guarding it with reverential awe, tell wondrous tales of its adventures on the road to its present abiding-place. Of late years the number of the canonical in- mates of the convent has been much reduced — there being but four priests now to do the duties of the eleven who formerly inhabited it: Fray Augustin, a capuchin of due capacity of paunch, being at the head of the holy quartette. Augustin is the conventual name of the reverend father, who fails not to impress upon such casual visitants to that ultima Thnde as he deems likely to appreciate the information, that, but for his humility, he might add the sonorous appellations of Ignacio Sabanal-Morales-y Fuentes — his family being of the best blood of Old Castile, and known there since the days of Ruy Gomez — el — Campeador — pos- sessing, moreover, half the " vega " of the Ebro, &c., where, had fate been propitious, he would now 248 IN THE OLD WEST have been the sleek superior of a rich capuchin convent, instead of vegetating, a leather-clad frayle, in the wilds of California Alta. Nevertheless, his lot is no bad one. With plenty of the best and fattest meat to eat, whether of beef or venison, of bear or mountain mutton; with good wine and brandy of home make, and plenty of it ; fruit of all climes in great abundance ; wheaten or corn bread to suit his palate ; a tract- able flock of natives to guide, and assisted in the task by three brother shepherds ; far from the strife of politics or party — secure from hostile attack (not quite, by the by), and eating, drink- ing, and sleeping away his time, one would think that Fray Augustin Ignacio Sabanal-Morales-y Fuentes had little to trouble him, and had no cause to regret even the vega of Castilian Ebro, held by his family since the days of el Campeador. One evening Fray Augustin sat upon an adobe bench, under the fig-tree shadowing the porch of the Mission. He was dressed in a goat-skin jer- kin, softly and beautifully dressed, and descend- ing to his hips, under which his only covering — tell it not in Gath ! — was a long linen shirt, reach- ing to his knees, and lately procured from Puebla de los Angeles, as a sacerdotal garment. Boots, stockings, or unmentionables he had none. A cigarito, of tobacco rolled in corn shuck, was oc- casionally placed between his lips; whereupon huge clouds of smoke rushed in columns from his IN THE OLD WEST 249 mouth and nostrils. His face was of a golden yellow color, relieved by arched and very black eyebrows ; his shaven chin was of most respectable duplicity — his corporation of orthodox dimen- sions. Several Indians and half-bred Mexican women were pounding Indian corn on metates near at hand; whilst sundry beef-fed urchins of whitey-brown complexion sported before the door, exhibiting, as they passed Fray Augustin, a curi- ous resemblance to the strongly-marked features of that worthy padre. They were probably his nieces and nephews — a class of relations often possessed in numbers by priests and monks. The three remaining brothers were absent from the Mission: Fray Bernardo, hunting elk in the sierra; Fray Jose, gallivanting at Puebla de los Angeles, ten days' journey distant; Fray Cris- toval, lassoing colts upon the plain. Augustin, thus left to his own resources, had just eaten his vespertine frijolitos and chile Colorado, and was enjoying a post-coenal smoke of fragrant pouche under the shadow of his own fig-tree. Whilst thus employed, an Indian dressed in Mexican attire approached him hat in hand, and, making a reverential bow, asked his directions concerning domestic business of the Mission. " Hola ! friend Jose," cried Fray Augustin, in a thick guttural voice, " pensaba yo — I was thinking that it was very nearly this time three years ago when those malditos Americanos came IN THE OLD WEST by here and ran off with so many of our caval- lada." " True, reverend father," answered the admin- istrator, " just three years ago, all but fifteen days : I remember it well. Malditos sean — curse them!" " How many did we kill, Jose? " " Quizas moochos — a great many, I daresay. But they did not fight fairly — charged right upon us, and gave us no time to do anything. They don't know how to fight, these Mericanos; come right at you, before you can swing a lasso, hallooing like Indios bravos" " But, Jose, how many did they leave dead on the field?" " Not one." "And we?" " Valgame Dios! thirteen dead, and many more wounded." " That's it ! Now if these savages come again (and the Chemeguaba, who came in yesterday, says he saw a large trail), we must fight adentro — within — outside is no go ; for, as you very prop- erly say, Jose, these Americans don't know how to fight, and kill us before — before we can kill them ! Vayal " At this moment there issued from the door of the Mission Don Antonio Velez Trueba, a Gachu- pin — that is, a native of Old Spain — a wizened old hidalgo refugee, who had left the mother coun- IN THE OLD WEST try on account of his political opinions, which were stanchly Carlist, and had found his way — how, he himself scarcely knew — from Mexico to San Francisco in Upper California, where, hav- ing a most perfect contempt for everything Mexi- can, and hearing that in the Mission of San Fer- nando, far away, were a couple of Spanish padres of sangre regular, he had started into the wilder- ness to ferret them out; and having escaped all dangers on the route (which, however, were hardly dangers to the Don, who could not realize the idea of scalp-taking savages), had arrived with a whole skin at the Mission. There he was received with open arms by his countryman Fray Augus- tin, who made him welcome to all the place af- forded, and there he harmlessly smoked away his time; his heart far away on the banks of the Genii and in the grape-bearing vegas of his be- loved Andalusia, his withered cuerpo in the sier- ras of Upper California. Don Antonio was the walking essence of a Spaniard of the ancien regime. His family dated from the Flood, and with the exception of sundry refreshing jets of Moorish blood, injected into the Truebas during the Moorish epoch, no strange shoot was ever engrafted on their genealogical tree. The mar- riages of the family were ever confined to the fam- ily itself — never looking to fresh blood in a sta- tion immediately below it, which was not hidal- gueno ; nor above, since anything higher in rank 252 IN THE OLD WEST than the Trueba y Trueba family, no habia, there was not. Thus, in the male and female scions of the house, were plainly visible the ill effects of breed- ing " in and in." The male Truebas were sadly degenerate Dons, in body as in mind — compared to their ancestors of Boabdil's day; and the senoritas of the name were all eyes, and eyes alone, and hardly of such stamp as would have tempted that amorous monarch to bestow a kingdom for a kiss, as ancient ballads tell. " Dwena de la negra toca, For un beso de tu boca, Diera un reyno, Boabdil; Y yo por ello, Cristiana, Te diera de buena gana Mil cielos, si fueran mil." Come of such poor stock, and reared on to- bacco-smoke and gazpacho, Don Antonio would not have shone, even amongst pigmy Mexicans, for physical beauty. Five feet high, a framework of bones covered with a skin of Andalusian tint, the Trueba stood erect and stiff in all the conscious- ness of his sangre regular. His features were handsome, but entirely devoid of flesh, his upper lip was covered with a jet-black mustache mixed with gray, his chin was bearded "like the pard." Every one around him clad in deer and goat skin, IN THE OLD WEST 253 our Don walked conspicuous in shining suit of black — much the worse for wear, it must be con- fessed— with beaver hat sadly battered, and round his body and over his shoulder an unexcep- tionable capa of the amplest dimensions. Ask- ing, as he stepped over him, the pardon of an In- dian urchin who blocked the door, and bowing with punctilious politeness to the sturdy mozas who were grinding corn, Don Antonio approached our friend Augustin, who was discussing warlike matters with his administrador. " Hola ! Don Antonio, how do you find your- self, sir? " " Perfectly well, and your very humble servant, reverend father; and your worship also, I trust you are in good health? " " Sin novedad — without novelty " ; which, since it was one hour and a half since our friends had separated to take their siestas, was not im- possible. " Myself and the worthy Jose," continued Fray Augustin, " were speaking of the vile invasion of a band of North American robbers, who three years since fiercely assaulted this peaceful Mis- sion, killing many of its inoffensive inhabitants, wounding many more, and carrying off several of our finest colts and most promising mules to their dens and caves in the Rocky Mountains. Not with impunity, however, did they effect this atroc- 254 IN THE OLD WEST ity. Jose informs me that many of the assail- ants were killed by my brave Indians. How many said you, Jose? " " Qulzas mo-o-ochos," answered the Indian. " Yes, probably a great multitude," continued the padre ; " but, unwarned by such well-merited castigation, it has been reported to me by a Chemeguaba mansito, that a band of these au- dacious marauders are now on the road to repeat the offense, numbering many thousands, well mounted and armed; and to oppose these white barbarians it behoves us to make every prepara- tion of defense." * " There is no cause for alarm," answered the Andaluz. " I " (tapping his breast) " have served in three wars : in that glorious one de la Independe-ncia, when our glorious patriots drove the French like sheep across the Pyrenees ; in that equally glorious one of 1821 ; and, in the late magnanimous struggle for the legitimate rights of his majesty Charles V., King of Spain " (doffing his hat), " whom God preserve. With that right arm," cried the spirited Don, extending his shriv- eled member, " I have supported the throne of my kings — have fought for my country, mowing down its enemies before me ; and with it," vehe- mently exclaimed the Gachupin, working himself * From the report to the Governor of California by the Head of the Mission, in reference to the attacks by the American mountaineers. IN THE OLD WEST 255 into a perfect frenzy, " I will slay these Norte Americanos, should they dare to show their faces in my front. Adios, Don Augustin Ignacio Sabanal-Morales-y Fuentes," he cried, doffing his hat with an earth-sweeping bow ; " I go to grind my sword. Till then, adieu." " A countryman of mine 1 " said the frayle, ad- miringly, to the administrador. " With him by our side we need not to fear : neither Norte Ameri- canos, nor the devil himself, can harm us when he is by." Whilst the Trueba sharpens his Tizona, and the priest puffs volumes of smoke from his nose and mouth, let us introduce to the reader one of the muchachitas, who knelt grinding corn on the metate, to make tortillas for the evening meal. Juanita was a stout wench from Sonora, of Mex- ican blood, hardly as dark as the other women who surrounded her, and with a drop or two of the Old Spanish blood struggling with the darker In- dian tint to color her plump cheeks. An enagua (a short petticoat) of red serge was confined round her waist by a gay band ornamented with beads, and a chemisette covered the upper part of the body, permitting, however, a prodigal dis- play of her charms. Whilst pounding sturdily at the corn, she laughed and joked with her fellow- laborers upon the anticipated American attack, which appeared to have but few terrors for her. " Que vengan," she exclaimed — " let them come ; 256 IN THE OLD WEST they are only men, and will not molest us women. Besides, I have seen these white men before, in my own country, and they are fine fellows, very tall, and as white as the snow on the sierras. Let them come, say I ! " " Only hear the girl ! " cried another : " if these savages come, then will they kill Pedrillo, and what will Juanita say to lose her sweetheart?" "Pedrillo!" sneered the latter; "what care I for Pedrillo ? Soy, Mejicana, yo — a Mexican girl am I, I'd have you know, and don't demean me to look at a wild Indian. Not I, indeed, by my salvation! What I say is, let the Norte Ameri- canos come." At this juncture Fray Augustin called for a glass of aguardiente, which Juanita was dis- patched to bring, and, on presenting it, the churchman facetiously inquired why she wished for the Americans, adding, " Don't think they'll come here — no, no: here we are brave men, and have Don Antonio with us, a noble fellow, well used to arms." As the words were on his lips, the clat- tering of a horse's hoofs was heard rattling across the loose stones and pebbles in the bed of the river, and presently an Indian herder galloped up to the door of the Mission, his horse covered with foam, and its sides bleeding from spur-wounds. " 0, padre mio! " he cried, as soon as he caught sight of his reverence, " vienen los Americanos — the Americans, the Americans are upon us. Ave IN THE OLD WEST 257 Maria purissima! — more than ten thosuand are at my heels ! " Up started the priest and shouted for the Don. That hidalgo presently appeared, armed with the sword that had graced his thigh in so many glorious encounters — the sword with which he had mowed down the enemies of his country, and by whose aid he now proposed to annihilate the American savages, should they dare to appear before him. The alarm was instantly given; peones, vaque- ros hurried from the plains/' and milpas, warned by the deep-toned bell, wKich soon rung out its sonorous alarum. A score of mounted Indians, armed with gun and lasso, dashed off to bring in- telligence of the enemy. The old gingall on the roof was crammed with powder and bullets to the very muzzle, by the frayle's own hand. Arms were brought and piled in the sala, ready for use. The padre exhorted, the women screamed, the men grew pale and nervous, and thronged within the walls. Don Antonio, the fiery Andaluz, alone re- mained outside, flourishing his whetted saber, and roaring to the padre, who stood on the roof with lighted match, by the side of his formidable can- non, not to be affrighted — " that he, the Trueba, was there, with his Tizona, ready to defeat the devil himself should he come on." He was deaf to the entreaties of the priest to enter. 258 IN THE OLD WEST " Siempre en el f rente — Ever in the van," he said, " was the war-cry of the Truebas." But now a cloud of dust was seen approaching from the plain, and presently a score of horsemen dashed headlong towards the Mission. " El enemigo! " shouted Fray Augustin ; and, without waiting to aim, he clapped his match to the touch- hole of the gun, harmlessly pointed to the sky, and crying out, ** in el nombre de Dios "— in God's name — as he did so, was instantly knocked over and over by the recoil of the piece, then was as instantly seized by some of the Indian garrison, and forced through the trap-door into the build- ing; whilst the horsemen (who were his own scouts) galloped up with the intelligence that the enemy was at hand, and in overwhelming force. Thereupon the men were all mounted, and formed in a body before the building, to the amount of more than fifty, well armed with guns or bows and arrows. Here the gallant Don harangued them, and infusing into their hearts a little of his own courage, they eagerly demanded to be led against the enemy. Fray Augustin reappeared on the roof, gave them his blessing, advised them to give no quarter, and, with slight misgivings, saw them ride off to the conflict. About a mile from the Mission, the plain grad- ually ascended to a ridge of moderate elevation, on which was a growth of dwarf oak and ilex. To this point the eyes of the remaining inmates IN THE OLD WEST 259 of the convent were earnestly directed, as here the enemy was first expected to make his appearance. Presently a few figures were seen to crown the ridge, clearly defined against the clear evening sky. Not more than a dozen mounted men com- posed this party, which all imagined must be doubtless the vanguard of the thousand invaders. On the summit of the ridge they halted a few min- utes, as if to reconnoiter; and by this time the California horsemen were halted in the plain, mid- way between the Mission and the ridge, and dis- tant from the former less than half-a-mile, so that all the operations were clearly visible to the lookers on. The enemy wound slowly, in Indian file, down the broken ground of the descent; but when the plain was reached, they formed into something like a line, and trotted fearlessly towards the Californians. These began to sit uneasily in their saddles ; nevertheless they made a forward move- ment, and even broke into a gallop, but soon halted, and again huddled together. Then the mountaineers quickened their pace, and their loud shout was heard as they dashed into the middle of the faltering troop. The sharp cracks of the rifles followed, and the duller reports of the smooth- bored pieces of the Californians ; a cloud of smoke and dust arose from the plain, and immediately half-a-dozen horses, with empty saddles, broke from it, followed quickly by the Californians, fly- 260 IN THE OLD WEST ing like mad across the level. The little steady line of the mountaineers advanced, and puffs of smoke arose as they loaded and discharged their rifles at the flying horsemen. As the Americans came on, however, one was seen to totter in his sad- dle, the rifle fell from his grasp, and he tumbled headlong to the ground. For an instant his com- panions surrounded the fallen man, but again forming, dashed towards the Mission, shouting fierce war-whoops, and brandishing aloft their long and heavy rifles. Of the defeated Califor- nians some jumped off their horses at the door of the Mission, and sought shelter within ; others gal- loped off towards the sierra in panic-stricken plight. Before the gate, however, still paced valiantly the proud hidalgo, encumbered with his cloak, and waving with difficulty his sword above his head. To the priest and women, who implored him to enter, he replied with cries of defiance, " Viva Carlos Quinto! " and " Death or glory ! " He shouted in vain to the flying crowd to halt; but, seeing their panic was beyond hope, he clutched his weapon more firmly as the Americans dashed at him, closed his teeth and his eyes, thought once of the vega of his beloved Genii, and of Granada la Florida, and gave himself up for lost. Those inside the Mission, when they ob- served the flight of their cavalry, gave up the de- fense as hopeless ; and already the charging moun- taineers were almost under the walls, when they IN THE OLD WEST 261 observed the curious figure of the little Don mak- ing demonstrations of hostility. " Wagh ! " exclaimed the leading hunter (no other than our friend La Bonte), " here's a little critter as means to do all the fighting " ; and seiz- ing his rifle by the barrel, he poked at the Don with the butt-end, who parried the blow, and with such a sturdy stroke, as nearly severed the stock in two. Another mountaineer rode up, and, swinging his lasso overhead, threw the noose dex- terously over the Spaniard's head, and as it fell over his shoulders, drew it taut, thus securing the arms of the pugnacious Don as in a vice. " Quartel! " cried the latter ; " por Dios, quar- tell " " Quarter be d ! " exclaimed one of the whites, who understood Spanish ; " who's a-goin' to hurt you, you little critter ? " By this time Fray Augustin was waving a white flag from the roof, in token of surrender ; and soon after he appeared trembling at the door, beseech- ing the victors to be merciful and to spare the lives of the vanquished, when all and everything in the Mission would be freely placed at their dis- posal. " What does the nigger say ? " asked old Walker, the leader of the mountaineers, of the in- terpreter. 66 Well, he talks so queer, this boss can't rightly make it out." IN THE OLD WEST " Tell the old coon then to quit that, and make them darned greasers clear out of the lodge, and pock some corn and shucks here for the animals, for they're nigh give out." This being conveyed to him in mountain Span- ish, which fear alone made him understand, the padre gave orders to the men to leave the Mission, advising them, moreover, not to recommence hos- tilities, as himself was kept as hostage, and if a finger was lifted against the mountaineers, he would be killed at once, and the Mission burned to the ground. Once inside, the hunters had no fear of attack — they could have kept the building against all California ; so, leaving a guard of two outside the gate, and first seeing their worn-out animals supplied with piles of corn and shucks, they made themselves at home, and soon were pay- ing attention to the hot tortillas, meat, and chile Colorado which were quickly placed before them, washing down the hot-spiced viands with deep draughts of wine and brandy. It would have been amusing to have seen the faces of these rough fellows as they gravely pledged each other in the grateful liquor, and looked askance at the piles of fruit served by the attendant Hebes. These came in for no little share of attention, it may be imagined, but the utmost respect was paid to them ; for your mountaineer, rough and bear-like though he be, never by word or deed offends the modesty of a woman, although sometimes obliged to use a IN THE OLD WEST 263 compulsory wooing, when time is not allowed for regular courtship, and not unfrequently is known to jerk a New Mexican or Calif ornian beauty be- hind his saddle, should the obdurate parents re- fuse consent to their immediate union. It tickled the Americans not a little to have all their wants supplied, and to be thus waited upon, by what they considered the houris of paradise; and after their long journey, and the many hardships and privations they had suffered, their present luxu- rious situation seemed scarcely real. The hidalgo, released from the durance vile of the lasso, assisted at the entertainment ; his sense of what was due to the sangre regular which ran in his veins being appeased by the fact that he sat above the wild uncouth mountaineers, these preferring to squat cross-legged on the floor in their own fashion, to the uncomfortable and novel luxury of a chair. Killbuck, indeed, seemed to have quite forgotten the use of such pieces of furniture. On Fray Augustin offering him one, and begging him, with many protestations, to be seated, that old mountain worthy looked at it, and then at the padre, turned it round, and at length, comprehending the intention, essayed to sit. This he effected at last, and sat grimly for some moments, when, seizing the chair by the back, he hurled it out of the open door, exclaim- ing,— " Wagh ! this coon ain't hamshot anyhow, and don't want such fixins, he don't ; " and gather- 264 IN THE OLD WEST ing his legs under his body, reclined in the man- ner customary to him. There was a prodigious quantity of liquor consumed that night, the hunters making up for their many banyans; but as it was the pure juice of the grape, it had little or no effect upon their hard heads. They had not much to fear from attacks on the part of the Californians ; but, to provide against all emergen- cies, the padre and the Gachupin were " hobbled," and confined in an inner room, to which there was no ingress nor egress save through the door which opened into the apartment where the mountaineers lay sleeping, two of the number keeping watch. A fandango with the Indian girls had been pro- posed by some of them, but Walker placed a de- cided veto on this. He said " they had need of sleep now, for there was no knowing what to-mor- row might bring forth; that they had a long jour- ney before them, and winter was coming on ; they would have to streak it night and day, and sleep when their journey was over, which would not be until Pike's Peak was left behind them. It was now October, and the way they'd have to hump it back to the mountains would take the gristle off a painter's tail." Young Ned Wooton was not to the fore when the roll was called. He was courting the Sonora wench Juanita, and to some purpose, for we may at once observe that the maiden accompanied the mountaineer to his distant home, and at the pres- IN THE OLD WEST 265 ent moment is sharing his lodge on Hard-scrabble creek of the upper Arkansa, having been duly and legally married by Fray Augustin before their departure. But now the snow on the ridge of the Sierra Madre, and the nightly frosts ; the angular flights of geese and ducks constantly passing overhead; the sober tints of the foliage, and the dead leaves that strew the ground ; the withering grass on the plain, and the cold gusts, sometimes laden with snow and sleet, that sweep from the distant snow- clad mountains ; — all these signs warn us to linger no longer in the tempting valley of San Fernando, but at once to pack our mules to cross the dreary and desert plains and inhospitable sierras ; and to seek with our booty one of the sheltered bayous of the Rocky Mountains. On the third day after their arrival, behold our mountaineers again upon the march, driving be- fore them — with the assistance of half-a-dozen Indians impressed for the first few days of the journey until the cavallada get accustomed to travel without confusion — a band of four hun- dred head of mules and horses, themselves mounted on the strongest and fleetest they could select from at least a thousand. Fray Augustin and the hidalgo, from the house- top, watched them depart — the former glad to get rid of such unscrupulous guests at any cost, the latter rather loath to part with his boon com- IN THE OLD WEST panions, with whom he had quaffed many a quar- tillo of Californian wine. Great was the grief, and violent the sobbing, when all the girls in the Mission surrounded Juanita to bid her adieu, as she, seated en cavalier on an easy-pacing mule, be- queathed her late companions to the keeping of every saint in the calendar, and particularly to the great St. Ferdinand himself, under whose espe- cial tutelage all those in the Mission were sup- posed to live. Pedrillo — poor forsaken Pedrillo — a sullen sulky half-breed, was overcome, not with grief, but with anger at the slight put upon him, and vowed revenge. He of the sangre regiu- lar, having not a particle of enmity in his heart, waved his arm — that arm with which he had mowed down the enemies of Carlos Quinto — and requested the mountaineers, if ever fate should carry them to Spain, not to fail to visit his quinta in the vega of Genii, which, with all in it, he placed at their worship's disposal — con muchissima franqiieza. Fat Fray Augustin likewise waved his arm, but groaned in spirit as he beheld the noble band of mules and horses throwing back clouds of dust on the plain where they had been bred. One noble roan stallion seemed averse to leave his accus- tomed pasture, and again and again broke away from the band. Luckily old Walker had taken the precaution to secure the bell-mare of the herd, and mounted on her rode ahead, the animals all IN THE OLD WEST 267 following their well-known leader. As the roan galloped back, the padre was in ecstasy. It was a favorite steed, and one he would have gladly ran- somed at any price. " Ya viene, ya viene! " he cried out, " now, now it's coming ! hurrah for the roan ! " but, under the rifle of a mountaineer, one of the Calif ornians dashed at it, a lasso whirling round his head, and turning and twisting like a doubling hare, as the horse tried to avoid him, at last threw the open coil over the animal's head, and led him back in triumph to the band. " Maldito sea aquel India — curse that In- dian ! " quoth the padre, and turned away. And now our sturdy band — less two who had gone under — were fairly on their way. They passed the body of their comrade who had been killed in the fight before the Mission; the wolves, or Indian dogs, had picked it to the bones ; but a mound near by, surmounted by a rude cross, showed where the Calif ornians (seven of whom were killed) had been interred — the pile of stones at the foot of the cross testifying that many an ave marla had already been said by the poor In- dians, to save the souls of their slaughtered com- panions from the pangs of purgatory. For the first few days progress was slow and tedious. The confusion attendant upon driving so large a number of animals over a country with- out trail or track of any description, was suf- IN THE OLD WEST ficient to prevent speedy traveling; and the moun- taineers, desirous of improving the pace, resolved to pursue a course more easterly, and to endeavor to strike the great Spanish Trail, which is the route followed by the New Mexicans in their jour- neys to and from the towns of Puebla de los An- geles and Santa Fe. This road, however, crosses a long stretch of desert country, destitute alike of grass and water, save at a few points, the regular halting-places of the caravans ; and as but little pasture is to be found at these places at any time, there was great reason to fear, if the Santa Fe traders had passed this season, that there would not be sufficient grass to support the numerous cavallada, after the herbage had been laid under contribution by the traders' animals. However, a great saving of time would be effected by taking this trail, although it wound a consider- able distance out of the way to avoid the impass- able chain of the Sierra Nevada — the gap in those mountains through which the Americans had come being far to the northward, and at this late season probably obstructed by the snow. Urged by threats and bribes, one of the Indians agreed to guide the cavallada to the trail, which he declared was not more than five days distant. As they advanced, the country became wilder and more sterile, — the valleys through which several small streams coursed alone being capable of sup- porting so large a number of animals. No time IN THE OLD WEST 269 was lost in hunting for game; the poorest of the mules and horses were killed for provisions, and the diet was improved by a little venison when a deer casually presented itself near the camping- ground. Of Indians they had seen not one; but they now approached the country of the Diggers, who infest the district through which the Spanish trail passes, laying contributions on the caravans of traders, and who have been, not inaptly, termed the " Arabs of the American desert." The Cali- fornian guide now earnestly entreated permission to retrace his steps, saying that he should lose his life if he attempted to pass the Digger country alone on his return. He pointed to a snow-cov- ered peak, at the foot of which the trail passed; and leave being accorded, he turned his horse's head towards the Mission of San Fernando. Although the cavallada traveled, by this time, with much less confusion than at first, still, from the want of a track to follow, great trouble and exertion were required to keep the proper direc- tion. The bell-mare led the van carrying Walker, who was better acquainted with the country than the others ; another hunter of considerable distinc- tion in the band, on a large mule, rode by his side. Then followed the cavallada, jumping and frisk- ing with each other, stopping whenever a blade of grass showed, and constantly endeavoring to break away to green patches which sometimes pre- sented themselves in the plains. Behind the troop, 270 IN THE OLD WEST urging them on by dint of loud cries and objurga- tions, rode six mountaineers, keeping as much as possible in a line. Two others were on each flank to repress all attempts to wander, and keep the herd in a compact body. In this order the cara- van had been crossing a broken country, up and down ridges, all day, the animals giving infinite trouble to their drivers, when a loud shout from the advanced guard put them all upon the qui-vive. Old Walker was seen to brandish the rifle over his head and point before him, and presently the cry of "The trail! the trail!" gladdened all hearts with the anticipation of a respite from the harassing labor of mule-driving. Descending a broken ridge, they at once struck into a distinct and tolerably well-worn track, into which the cavallada turned as easily and instinctively as if they had all their lives been accustomed to travel on beaten roads. Along this they traveled mer- rily— their delight being, however, alloyed by frequent indications that hunger and thirst had done their work on the mules and horses of the caravans which had preceded them on the trail. They happened to strike it in the center of a long stretch of desert, extending sixty miles without either water or pasture; and many animals had perished here, leaving their bones to bleach upon the plain. The soil was sandy, but rocks and stones covered the surface, disabling the feet of many of the young horses and mules, several of IN THE OLD WEST 271 which, at this early stage of the journey, were al- ready abandoned. Traces of the wretched Dig- gers became very frequent; these abject creatures resorting to the sandy plains for the purpose of feeding upon the lizards which there abound. As yet they did not show ; only at night they prowled around the camp, waiting a favorable opportunity to run the animals. In the present instance, how- ever, many of the horses having been left on the road, the Diggers found so plentiful a supply of meat as to render unnecessary any attack upon the formidable mountaineers. One evening the Americans had encamped, earlier than usual, on a creek well timbered with willow and quaking-ash, and affording tolerable pasture; and although it was still rather early, they determined to stop here, and give the animals an opportunity to fill themselves. Several deer had jumped out of the bottom as they entered it; and La Bonte and Killbuck had sallied from the camp with their rifles to hunt, and endeavor to procure some venison for supper. Along the river-banks herds of deer were feeding in every direction, within shot of the belt of timber ; and the two hunters had no difficulty in approaching and knocking over two fine bucks within a few paces of the thicket. They were engaged in butchering the animals, when La Bonte, looking up from his work, saw half-a-dozen Indians dodging among the trees, within a few yards of himself and Kill- IN THE OLD WEST buck. At the same instant two arrows thudded into the carcass of the deer over which he knelt, passing but a few inches from his head. Halloo- ing to his companion, La Bonte immediately seized the deer, and, lifting it with main strength, held it as a shield before him, but not before an arrow had struck him in the shoulder. Rising from the ground he retreated behind cover, yelling loudly to alarm the camp, which was not five hundred yards distant on the other side of the stream. Killbuck, when apprised of the danger, ran bodily into the plain, and, keeping out of shot of the timber, joined La Bonte, who, now out of arrow- shot, threw down his shield of venison and fired his rifle at the assailants. The Indians appeared at first afraid to leave the cover; but three or four more joining them, one a chief, they advanced into the plain with drawn bows, scattering wide apart, and running swiftly towards the whites in a zig- zag course, in order not to present a steady mark to their unerring rifles. The latter were too cau- tious to discharge their pieces, but kept a steady front, with rifle at shoulder. The Indians evi- dently disliked to approach nearer; but the chief, an old grizzled man, incited them by word and ges- ture — running in advance and calling upon the others to follow him. " Ho, boy ! " exclaimed Killbuck to his com- panion, " that old coon must go under, or we'll get rubbed out by these darned critters." IN THE OLD WEST 273 La Bonte understood him. Squatting on the ground he planted his wiping-stick firmly at the extent of his left arm, and resting the long barrel of his rifle on his left hand, which was supported by the stick, he took a steady aim and fired. The Indian, throwing out his arms, staggered and let fall his bow — tried hard to recover himself, and then fell forward on his face. The others, seeing the death of their chief, turned and made again for the cover. "You darned critters," roared Killbuck, " take that ! " and fired his rifle at the last one, tumbling him over as dead as a stone. The camp had also been alarmed. Five of them waded across the creek and took the Indians in rear; their rifles cracked within the timber, sev- eral more Indians fell, and the rest quickly beat a retreat. The venison, however, was not for- gotten ; the two deer were packed into camp, and did the duty of mule-meat that night. This lesson had a seasonable effect upon the Diggers, who made no attempt on the cavallada that night or the next, for the camp remained two days to recruit the animals. We will not follow the party through all the difficulties and perils of the desert route, nor de- tail the various devilries of the Diggers, who con- stantly sought opportunities to stampede the ani- mals, or, approaching them in the night as they grazed, fired their arrows indiscriminately at the herd, trusting that dead or disabled ones would be 274 IN THE OLD WEST left behind, and afford them a good supply of meat. In the month of December the mountain- eers crossed the great dividing ridge of the Rocky Mountains, making their way through the snowy barrier with the utmost difficulty, and losing many mules and horses in the attempt. On passing the ridge, they at once struck the head-springs of the Arkansa river, and turned into the Bayou Salade. Here they found a village of Arapahos, and were in no little fear of leaving their cavallada with these dexterous horse-thieves. Fortunately the chief in command was friendly to the whites, and restrained his young men ; and a present of three horses insured his good offices. Still, the near neighborhood of these Indians being hardly desir- able, after a few days' halt the Americans were again on their way, and halted finally at the junc- ture of the Fontaine-qui-bouille with the Arkansa, where they determined to construct a winter camp. They now considered themselves at home, and at once set about building a log shanty capable of containing them all, and a large corral for se- curing the animals at night, or in case of Indian alarms. This they effected by felling several large cottonwoods, and throwing them in the form of a horse-shoe: the entrance, however, being nar- rower than in that figure, and secured by upright logs, between which poles were fixed to be with- drawn at pleasure. The house, or " fort " — as anything in the shape of a house is called in these IN THE OLD WEST 275 parts, where, indeed, every man must make his house a castle — was loopholed on all sides, and boasted a turf chimney of rather primitive con- struction, but which answered the purpose of drawing the smoke from the interior. Game was plentiful all around; bands of buffalo were con- stantly passing the Arkansa ; and there were al- ways deer and antelope within sight of the fort. The pasture, too, was good and abundant — being the rich grama or buffalo grass, which, although rather dry at this season, still retains its fatten- ing qualities; and the animals soon began to im- prove wonderfully in condition and strength. Of the four hundred head of mules and horses with which they had started from California, but one-half reached the Arkansa. Many had been killed for food (indeed, they had furnished the only provisions during the journey), many had been stolen by the Indians, or shot by them at night; and many had strayed off and not been recovered. We have omitted to mention that the Sonora girl Juanita, and her spouse Ned Wooton, remained behind at Roubideau's fort and rendezvous on the Uintah, which our band had passed on the other side of the mountains, whence they proceeded with a party to Taos in New Mexico, and resided there for some years, blessed with a fine family, &c., &c., &c., as the novels end. As soon as the animals were fat and strong, they were taken down the Arkansa to Bent's In- 276 IN THE OLD WEST dian trading-fort, about sixty miles below the mouth of Fontaine-qui-bouille. Here a ready sale was found for them, mules being at that time in great demand on the frontier of the United States, and every season the Bents carried across the plains to Independence a considerable number col- lected in the Indian country, and in the upper set- tlements of New Mexico. While the mountaineers were descending the Arkansa a little incident oc- curred, and some of the party very unexpectedly encountered an old friend. Killbuck and La Bonte, who were generally compaiieros, were rid- ing some distance ahead of the cavallada, passing at the time the mouth of the Huerfano or Orphan Creek, when, at a long distance before them, they saw the figure of a horseman, followed by two loose animals, descending the bluff into the timbered bottom of the river. Judging the stranger to be Indian, they spurred their horses and galloped in pursuit, but the figure ahead suddenly disap- peared. However, they quickly followed the track, which was plain enough in the sandy bot- tom, that of a horse and two mules. Killbuck scrutinized the " sign," and puzzled over it a con- siderable time ; and at last exclaimed — " Wagh ! this sign's as plain as mon beaver to me; look at that boss-track, boy; did ye ever see that afore? " " Well, I have ! " answered La Bonte, peering down at it : " that ar shuffle-toe seems handy to me now, I tell you." IN THE OLD WEST 277 " The man as used to ride that hoss is long gone under, but the hoss, darn the old critter, is old Bill Williams's, I'll swar by hook." "Well, it ain't nothin' else," continued La Bonte, satisfying himself by a long look ; " it's the old boy's hoss as sure as shootin': and them Rapahos has rubbed him out at last, and raised his animals. Ho, boy ! let's lift their hair." " Agreed," answered Killbuck ; and away they started in pursuit, determined to avenge the death of their old comrade. They followed the track through the bottom and into the stream, which it crossed, and passing a few yards up the bank, entered the water again, when they could see nothing more of it. Puzzled at this, they sought on each side the river, but in vain ; and, not wishing to lose more time in the search, they proceeded through the timber on the banks to find a good camping-place for the night, which had been their object in riding in advance of the cavallada. On the left bank, a short dis- tance before them, was a heavy growth of timber, and the river ran in one place close to a high bluff, between which and the water was an almost im- pervious thicket of plum and cherry trees. The grove of timber ended before it reached this point, and but few scattered trees grew in the little glade which intervened, and which was covered with tolerable grass. This being fixed upon as an excellent camp, the two mountaineers rode into the 878 IN THE OLD WEST glade, and dismounted close to the plum and cherry thicket, which formed almost a wall before them, and an excellent shelter from the wind. Jumping off their horses, they were in the act of removing the saddles from their backs, when a shrill neigh burst from the thicket not two yards behind them : a rustling in the bushes followed, and presently a man dressed in buckskin and rifle in hand, burst out of the tangled brush, exclaiming in an angry voice — " Do'ee hyar now ? I was nigh upon gut- shootin' some of e'e — I was now ; thought e'e was darned Rapahos, I did, and cached right off." " Ho, Bill ! what, old hoss ! not gone under yet? " cried both the hunters. " Give us your paw." " Do *ee now, if hyar arn't them boys as was rubbed out on Lodge Pole (creek) a time ago. Do'ee hyar? if this ain't some now, I wouldn't say so." Leaving old Bill Williams and our two friends to exchange their rough but hearty greetings, we will glance at that old worthy's history since the time when we left him caching in the fire and smoke on the Indian battle-ground in the Rocky Mountains. He had escaped fire and smoke, or he would not have been here on Arkansa with his old grizzled Nez-perce steed. On that occasion the veteran mountaineer had lost his two pack-animals and all his beaver. He was not the man, however, IN THE OLD WEST 279 to want a horse or mule as long as an Indian vil- lage was near at hand. Skulking, therefore, by day in canon and deep gorges of the mountains, and traveling by night, he followed closely on the trail of the victorious savages, bided his time, struck his " coup," and recovered a pair of pack- horses, which was all he required. Ever since, he had been trapping alone in all parts of the moun- tains; had visited the rendezvous but twice for short periods, and then with full packs of beaver ; and was now on his way to Bent's Fort, to dispose of his present loads of peltry, enjoy one good carouse on Taos whisky, and then return to some hole or corner in the mountains which he knew of, to follow in the spring his solitary avocation. He too had had his share of troubles, and had many Indian scrapes, but passed safely through all, and scarcely cared to talk of what he had done, so mat- ter-of-fact to him were the most extraordinary of his perilous adventures. Arrived at Bent's Fort, the party disposed of their cavallada, and then, — respect for the par- donable weaknesses of our mountain friends prompts us to draw a veil over the furious orgies that ensued. A number of hunters and trappers were in from their hunting-grounds, and a village of Shians and some lodges of Kioways were camped round the fort. As long as the liquor lasted — and there was good store of alcohol as well as of Taos whisky — the Arkansa resounded 280 IN THE OLD WEST with furious mirth, not unmixed with graver scenes ; for your mountaineer, ever quarrelsome in his cups, is quick to give and take offense when rifles alone can settle the difference, and much blood is spilt upon the prairie in his wild and fre- quent quarrels. Bent's Fort * is situated on the left or northern bank of the river Arkansa, about one hundred miles from the foot of the Rocky Mountains — on a low and level bluff of the prairie which here slopes gradually to the water's edge. The walls are built entirely of adobes — or sun-burned bricks — in the form of a hollow square, at two corners of which are circular flanking towers of the same material. The entrance is by a large gateway into the square, round which are the rooms occupied by the traders and employes of the host. These are small in size, with walls col- ored by a whitewash made of clay found in the prairie. Their flat roofs are defended along the exterior by parapets of adobe, to serve as a cover to marksmen firing from the top; and along the coping grow plants of cactus of all the varieties common in the plains. In the center of the square is the press for packing the furs; and there are three large rooms, one used as a store and maga- zine, another as a council-room, where the Indians * Sometimes called Fort William, from one of the two Bent brothers who founded it in 1829. It was destroyed in 1852. (Ed.) IN THE OLD WEST 281 assemble for their " talks," whilst the third is the common dining-hall, where the traders, trappers, and hunters, and all employes, feast upon the best provender the game-covered country affords. Over the culinary department presided of late years a fair lady of color, Charlotte by name, who was, as she loved to say, " de onlee lady in de dam Injun country," and who, moreover, was celebrated from Long's Peak to the Cumbres Espanolas for slapjacks and pumpkin pies. Here congregate at certain seasons the mer- chants of the plains and mountains, with their stocks of peltry. Chiefs of the Shian, the Kio- way, and Arapaho, sit in solemn conclave with the head traders, and smoke the calumet over their real and imaginary grievances. Now O-cun-no- whurst, the Yellow Wolf, grand chief of the Shian, complains of certain grave offenses against the dignity of his nation! A trader from the " big lodge " (the fort) has been in his village, and before the trade was opened, in laying the custom- ary chief's gift " on the prairie " has not " opened his hand," but " squeezed out his present between his fingers," grudgingly and with too sparing measure. This was hard to bear, but the Yellow Wolf would say no more ! Tah-kai-buhl, or, " He Who Jumps," is deputed from the Kioway to warn the white traders not to proceed to the Canadian to trade with the Com- anche. That nation is mad — a " heap mad " IN THE OLD WEST with the whites, and has " dug up the hatchet " to " rub out " all who enter its country. The Kio- waj loves the pale-face, and gives him warning (and " He Who Jumps " looks as if he deserves something "on the prairie" for his information). Shawh-noh-qua-mish, " The Peeled Lodge-pole," is there to excuse his Arapaho braves, who lately made free with a band of horses belonging to the fort. He promises the like shall never happen again, and he, Shawh-noh-qua-mish, speaks with a " single tongue." Over clouds of tobacco and kinnik-kinnik these grave affairs are settled and terms arranged. In the corral, groups of leather-clad mountain- eers, with decks of euchre and seven up, gamble away their hard-earned peltries. The employes — mostly St. Louis Frenchmen and Canadian voy- ageurs — are pressing packs of buffalo-skins, beat- ing robes, or engaged in other duties of a trading- fort. Indian squaws, the wives of mountaineers, strut about in all the pride of beads and " fofar- raw," jingling with bells and bugles, and happy as paint can make them. Hunters drop in with ani- mals packed with deer or buffalo meat to supply the fort; Indian dogs look anxiously in at the gateway, fearing to enter and encounter their natural enemies, the whites ; and outside the fort, at any hour of the day or night, one may safely wager to see a dozen cayeutes or prairie wolves loping round, or seated on their haunches, and IN THE OLD WEST 283 looking gravely on, waiting patiently for some chance offal to be cast outside. Against the walls, groups of Indians too proud to enter without an invitation, lean, wrapped in their buffalo-robes, sulky and evidently ill at ease to be so near the whites without a chance of fingering their scalp- locks; their white lodges shining in the sun, at a little distance from the riverbanks — their horses feeding in the plain beyond. The appearance of the fort is very striking, standing as it does hundreds of miles from any settlement, on the vast and lifeless prairie, sur- rounded by hordes of hostile Indians, and far out of reach of intercourse with civilized man; its mud-built walls inclosing a little garrison of a dozen hardy men, sufficient to hold in check the numerous tribes of savages ever thirsting for their blood. Yet the solitary stranger passing this lone fort feels proudly secure when he comes within sight of the Stars and Stripes which float above the walls. CHAPTER VIII AGAIN we must take a jump with La Bonte over a space of several months, when we find him in company of half-a-dozen trap- pers, amongst them his inseparable compaiiero Killbuck, camped on the Greenhorn Creek, en route to the settlements of New Mexico. They have a few mules packed with beaver for the Taos market ; but this expedition has been planned more for pleasure than profit — a journey to Taos valley being the only civilized relaxation coveted by the mountaineers. Not a few of the present band are bound thither with matrimonial in- tentions ; the belles of Nuevo Mejico being to them the ne plus ultra of female perfection, uniting most conspicuous personal charms (although coated with cosmetic alegrla an herb, with the juice of which the women of Mexico hideously bedaub their faces) with all the hard-working industry of In- dian squaws. The ladies, on their part, do not hesitate to leave the paternal abodes, and eternal tortilla-making, to share the perils and privations of the American mountaineers in the distant wil- derness. Utterly despising their own countrymen, whom they are used to contrast with the dashing 284 IN THE OLD WEST 285 white hunters who swagger in all the pride of fringe and leather through their towns, they, as is but natural, gladly accept husbands from the latter class: preferring the stranger, who pos- sesses the heart and strong right arm to defend them, to the miserable cowardly " pelados," who hold what little they have on sufferance of savage Indians, but one degree superior to themselves. Certainly no band of hunters that ever appeared in the Vale of Taos numbered in its ranks a prop- erer lot of lads than those now camped on Green- horn, intent on matrimonial foray into the settle- ments of New Mexico. There was young Dick Wooton,* who was " some " for his inches, being six feet six, and as straight and strong as the barrel of his long rifle. Shoulder to shoulder with this " boy " stood Rube Herring, and not a hair's- breadth difference in height or size was there be- tween them. Killbuck, though mountain winters had sprinkled a few snow-flakes on his head, looked up to neither ; and La Bonte held his own with any mountaineer who ever set a trap in sight of Long's Peak or the Snowy Range. Marcelline — who, though a Mexican, despised his people and abjured his blood, having been all his life in the mountains with the white hunters — looked down easily upon six feet and odd inches. In form a Hercules, he had the symmetry of an Apollo; with strikingly handsome features, and masses of long black hair * Still living about 1898 in Colorado. (Ed.) 286 IN THE OLD WEST hanging from his slouching beaver over the shoul- ders of his buckskin hunting-shirt. He, as he was wont to say, was " no dam Spaniard, but moun- tainee man, wagh ! " Chabonard, a half-breed, was not lost in the crowd ; — and, the last in height, but the first in every quality which consti- tutes excellence in a mountaineer, whether of in- domitable courage or perfect indifference to death or danger — with an iron frame capable of with- standing hunger, thirst, heat, cold, fatigue, and hardships of every kind — of wonderful presence of mind and endless resources in times of peril — with the instinct of an animal and the moral cour- age of a man, — who was " taller " for his inches than Kit Carson, paragon of mountaineers ? * Small in stature, and slenderly limbed, but with muscles of wire, with a fair complexion and quiet intelligent features, to look at Kit none would sup- pose that the mild-looking being before him was an incarnate devil in Indian fight, and had raised more hair from head of Redskins than any two men in the western country; and yet, thirty win- ters had scarcely planted a line or furrow on his * Since the time of which we speak, Kit Carson has dis- tinguished himself in guiding the several U. S. exploring ex- peditions under Fremont across the Rocky Mountains, and to all parts of Oregon and California; and for his services, the President of the United States presented the gallant mountaineer with the commission of lieutenant in a newly- raised regiment of mounted riflemen, of which his old leader Fr&nont is appointed colonel. (Author's note.) IN THE OLD WEST clean-shaven face. No name, however, was better known in the mountains — from Yellow Stone to Spanish Peaks, from Missouri to Columbia River — than that of Kit Carson, raised in Boonlick, Missouri State, and a credit to the " diggins " that gave him birth. On Huerfano or Orphan Creek, so called from an isolated butte which stands on a prairie near the stream, our party fell in with a village of Yuta Indians, at that time hostile to the whites. Both parties were preparing for battle, when Killbuck, who spoke the language, went forward with signs of peace, and after a talk with several chiefs, en- tered into an armistice, each party agreeing not to molest the other. After trading for a few deer- skins, which the Yutas are celebrated for dressing delicately fine, the trappers moved hastily on out of such dangerous company, and camped under the mountain on Oak Creek, where they forted in a strong position, and constructed a corral in which to secure their animals at night. At this point is a tolerable pass through the mountains, where a break occurs in a range, whence they gradually de- crease in magnitude until they meet the sierras of Mexico, which connect the two mighty chains of the Andes and the Rocky Mountains. From the summit of the dividing ridge, to the eastward, a. view is had of the vast sea of prairie which stretches away from the base of the mountains, in dreary barrenness, for nearly a thousand miles, un- 288 IN THE OLD WEST til it meets the fertile valley of the great Missouri. Over this boundless expanse nothing breaks the uninterrupted solitude of the view. Not a tree or atom of foliage relieves the eye; for the lines of scattered timber which belt the streams running from the mountains are lost in the shadow of their stupendous height, and beyond this nothing is seen but the bare surface of the rolling prairie. In no other part of the chain are the grand char- acteristics of the Far West more strikingly dis- played than from this pass. The mountains here rise on the eastern side abruptly from the plain, and the view over the great prairies is not there- fore obstructed by intervening ridges. To the westward the eye sweeps over the broken spurs which stretch from the main range in every direc- tion ; whilst distant peaks, for the most part snow- covered, are seen at intervals rising isolated above the range. On all sides the scene is wild and dis- mal. Crossing by this path, the trappers followed the Yuta trail over a plain, skirting a pine-covered ridge, in which countless herds of antelope, tame as sheep, were pasturing. Numerous creeks inter- sect it, well timbered with oak, pine, and cedar, and well stocked with game of all kinds. On the eleventh day from leaving the Huerfano, they struck the Taos valley settlement on Arroyo Hondo, and pushed on at once to the village of Fernandez — sometimes, but improperly, called IN THE OLD WEST 289 Taos. As the dashing band clattered through the village, the dark eyes of the reboso-wrapped muchachas peered from the doors of the adobe houses, each mouth armed with cigarito, which was at intervals removed to allow utterance to the salu- tation to each hunter as he trotted past of Adios Americanos, — " Welcome to Fernandez! " and then they hurried off to prepare for the fandango, which invariably followed the advent of the moun- taineers. The men, however, seemed scarcely so well pleased; but leaned sulkily against the walls, their sarapes turned over their left shoulder, and concealing the lower part of the face, the hand appearing from its upper folds only to remove the eternal cigarro from their lips. They, from under their broad-brimmed sombreros, scowled with little affection on the stalwart hunters, who clattered past them, scarcely deigning to glance at the sullen Pelados, but paying incomprehensible compliments to the buxom wenches who smiled at them from the doors. Thus exchanging saluta- tions, they rode up to the house of an old moun- taineer, who had long been settled here with a New Mexican wife, and who was the recognized enter- tainer of the hunters when they visited Taos valley, receiving in exchange such peltry as they brought with them. No sooner was it known that Los Americanos had arrived than nearly all the householders of Fernandez presented themselves to offer the use of 290 IN THE OLD WEST their salas for the fandango which invariably cele- brated their arrival. This was always a profit- able event ; for as the mountaineers were generally pretty well flush of cash when on their spree, and as open-handed as an Indian could wish, the sale of whisky, with which they regaled all comers, produced a handsome return to the fortunate in- dividual whose room was selected for the fandango. On this occasion the sala of the Alcalde Don Cor- nelio Vegil was selected and put in order; a gen- eral invitation was distributed; and all the dusky beauties of Fernandez were soon engaged in ar- raying themselves for the fete. Off came the coats of dirt and alegria which had bedaubed their faces since the last " function," leaving their cheeks clear and clean. Water was profusely used, and their cuerpos were doubtless astonished by the unusual lavation. Their long black hair was washed and combed, plastered behind their ears, and plaited into a long queue, which hung down their backs. Enaguas of gaudy color (red most affected) were donned, fastened round the waist with ornamented belts, and above this a snow-white camisita of fine linen was the only covering, allow- ing a prodigal display of their charms. Gold and silver ornaments, of antiquated pattern, deco- rate their ears and necks; and massive crosses of the precious metals, wrought from the gold or sil- ver of their own placeres, hang pendent on their breasts. The enagua or petticoat, reaching about IN THE OLD WEST 291 half-way between the knee and ankle, displays their well-turned limbs, destitute of stockings, and their tiny feet, thrust into quaint little shoes (zapatitos) of Cinderellan dimensions. Thus equipped, with the reboso drawn over their heads and faces, out of the folds of which their brilliant eyes flash like lightning, and each pretty mouth armed with its cigarito, they coquettishly enter the fandango.* Here, at one end of a long room, are seated the musicians, their instruments being gen- erally a species of guitar called heaca, a bandolin, and an Indian drum called tombe — one of each. Round the room groups of New Mexicans lounge, wrapped in the eternal sarape, and smoking of course, scowling with jealous eyes at the more fa- vored mountaineers. These, divested of their hunting-coats of buckskins, appear in their bran- new shirts of gaudy calico, and close-fitting buck- skin pantaloons, with long fringes down the out- side seam from the hip to the ankle ; with mocca- sins, ornamented with bright beads and porcupine- quills. Each, round his waist, wears his mountain- belt and scalp-knife, ominous of the company he is in, and some have pistols sticking in their belts. The dances — save the mark ! — are without form or figure, at least those in which the white hunters sport the fantastic toe. Seizing his part- *The word fandango, in New Mexico, is not applied to the peculiar dance known in Spain by that name, but desig- nates a ball or dancing meeting. IN THE OLD WEST ner round the waist with the grip of a grisly bear, each mountaineer whirls and twirls, jumps and stamps ; introduces Indian steps used in the " scalp " or " buffalo " dances, whooping occasion- ally with unearthly cry, and then subsiding into the jerking step, raising each foot alternately from the ground, so much in vogue in Indian bal- lets. The hunters have the floor all to themselves. The Mexicans have no chance in such physical force dancing ; and if a dancing Pelado * steps into the ring, a lead-like thump from a gallop- ing mountaineer quickly sends him sprawling, with the considerate remark — " Quit, you darned Spaniard ! you can't shine in this crowd." During a lull, guages f filled with whisky go the rounds — offered to and seldom refused by the ladies, sturdily quaffed by the mountaineers, and freely swallowed by the Pelados, who drown their jealousy and envious hate of their entertainers in potent aguardiente. Now, as the guages are oft refilled and as often drained, and as night ad- vances, so do the spirits of the mountaineers be- come more boisterous, while their attentions to their partners become warmer — the jealousy of the natives waxes hotter thereat, and they begin to show symptoms of resenting the endearments which the mountaineers bestow upon their wives and * A nickname for the idle fellows hanging about a Mexi- can town, translated into "Greasers" by the Americans, t Cask-shaped gourds. IN THE OLD WEST £93 sweethearts. And now, when the room is filled to crowding, — with two hundred people swearing, drinking, dancing, and shouting — the half-dozen Americans monopolizing the fair, to the evident disadvantage of at least threescore scowling Pela- dos, it happens that one of these, maddened by whisky and the green-eyed monster, suddenly seizes a fair one from the waist-encircling arm of a moun- taineer, and pulls her from her partner. Wagh! — La Bonte — it is he — stands erect as a pillar for a moment, then raises his hand to his mouth and gives a ringing war-whoop — jumps upon the rash Pelado, seizes him by the body as if he were a child, lifts him over his head, and dashes him with the force of a giant against the wall. The war, long threatened, has commenced ; twenty Mexicans draw their knives and rush upon La Bonte, who stands his ground, and sweeps them down with his ponderous fist, one after another, as they throng around him. " Howgh-owgh-owgh- owgh-h ! " the well-known war-whoop, bursts from the throats of his companions, and on they rush to the rescue. The women scream, and block the door in their eagerness to escape; and thus the Mexicans are compelled to stand their ground and fight. Knives glitter in the light, and quick thrusts are given and parried. In the center of the room the whites stand shoulder to shoulder, covering the floor with Mexicans by their stalwart blows ; but the odds are fearful against them, and IN THE OLD WEST other assailants crowd up to supply the place of those who fall. The alarm being given by the shrieking women, reinforcements of Pelados rushed to the scene of action, but could not enter the room, which was al- ready full. The odds began to tell against the mountaineers, when Kit Carson's quick eye caught sight of a high stool or stone, supported by three long heavy legs. In a moment he had cleared his way to this, and in another the three legs were broken off and in the hands of himself, Dick Wooton, and La Bonte. Sweeping them round their heads, down came the heavy weapons amongst the Mexicans with wonderful effect. At this the mountaineers gave a hearty whoop, and charged the wavering enemy with such resistless vigor, that they gave way and bolted through the door, leav- ing the floor strewed with wounded, many most dangerously; for, as may be imagined, a thrust from the keen scalp-knife by the nervous arm of a mountaineer was no baby blow, and seldom failed to strike home — up to the " Green River " * on the blade. The field being won, the whites, too, beat a quick retreat to the house where they were domiciled, and where they had left their rifles. Without their * The knives used by the hunters and trappers are manu- factured at the " Green River " works, and have that name stamped upon the blade. Hence the mountain term for doing anything effectual is "up to Green River." IN THE OLD WEST £95 trusty weapons they felt, indeed, unarmed; and not knowing how the affair just over would be fol- lowed up, lost no time in making preparations for defense. However, after great blustering on the part of the prefecto, who, accompanied by a posse comitatus of " Greasers," proceeded to the house, and demanded the surrender of all concerned in the aff air — which proposition was received with a yell of derision — the business was compounded by the mountaineers promising to give sundry dol- lars to the friends of two of the Mexicans who died during the night of their wounds, and to pay for a certain amount of masses to be sung for the repose of their souls in purgatory. Thus the affair blew over; but for several days the mountaineers never showed themselves in the streets of Fernandez with- out their rifles on their shoulders, and refrained from attending fandangos for the present, and un- til the excitement had cooled down. A bitter feeling, however, existed on the part of the men; and one or two offers of a matrimonial nature were rejected by the papas of certain ladies who had been wooed by some of the white hunters, and their hands formally demanded from their re- spective padres. La Bonte had been rather smitten with the charms of one Dolores Salazar — a buxom lass, more than three parts Indian in her blood, but con- fessedly the beauty of the Vale of Taos. She, by 296 IN THE OLD WEST dint of eye, and of nameless acts of elaborate co- quetry, with which the sex so universally bait their traps, whether in the salons of Belgravia or the rancherias of New Mexico, contrived to make con- siderable havoc in the heart of our mountaineer; and when once Dolores saw she had made an im- pression, she followed up her advantage with all the arts the most civilized of her sex could use when fishing for a husband. La Bonte, however, was too old a hunter to be easily caught; and before committing himself, he sought the advice of his tried companion, Killbuck. Taking him to a retired spot without the village, he drew out his pipe and charged it — seated him- self cross-legged on the ground, and with Indian gravity, composed himself for a " talk." " Ho, Killbuck ! " he began, touching the ground with the bowl of his pipe, and then turning the stem upwards for medicine — " Hya'r's a child feels squamptious-like, and, nigh upon gone beaver, he is — Wagh!" " Wagh ! " exclaimed Killbuck, all attention. " Old hoss," continued the other, " thar's no use caching anyhow what a nigger feels — so hyar's to put out. You're good for beaver / know; at deer or buffler, or darned Red Injun either, you're some. Now that's a fact. Off-hand, or with a rest, you make 'em come. You knows the sign of Injuns slick — Blackfoot or Sioux, Pawnee or Burntwood, Teton, Rapaho, Shian, or Shoshonee, IN THE OLD WEST 297 Yutah, Piyutah, or Yamhareek — their trail's as plain as writin', old hoss, to you." " Wagh ! " grunted Killbuck, blushing bronze at all these compliments. " Your sight ain't bad. Elks is elk ; black-tailed deer ain't white-tails ; and b'ar is b'ar to you, and nothin' else, a long mile off and more." "Wa-agh!" " Thar ain't a track as leaves its mark upon the plains or mountains but you can read off-hand; that I've see'd myself. But tell me, old hoss, can you make understand the sign as shows itself in a woman's breast? " Killbuck removed the pipe from his mouth, raised his head, and puffed a rolling cloud of smoke into the air, — knocked the ashes from the bowl, like- wise made his medicine — and answered thus : — " From Red River, away up north among the Britishers, to Heely (Gila) in the Spanish country — from old Missoura to the Sea of Californy, I've trapped and hunted. I knows the Injuns and thar sign, and they knows me, I'm thinkin'. Thirty winters has snowed on me in these hyar mountains, and a nigger or a Spaniard * would larn some in that time. This old tool " (tapping his rifle) " shoots center, she does ; and if thar's game afoot, this child knows bull from cow, and ought to could. That deer is deer, and goats is goats, is plain as * Always alluding to Mexicans, who are invariably called Spaniards by the Western Americans. 298 IN THE OLD WEST paint to any but a greenhorn. Beaver's a cunning critter, but I've trapped a heap; and at killing meat when meat's a-running, I'll shine in the big- gest kind of crowd. For twenty year I packed a squaw along. Not one, but a many. First I had a Blackf oot — the darndest slut as ever cried for fofarraw. I lodge-poled her on Colter's Creek, and made her quit. My buffler hoss, and as good as four packs of beaver, I gave for old Bull-tail's daughter. He was head chief of the Ricaree, and came nicely round me. Thar wasn't enough scar- let cloth, nor beads, nor vermilion in Sublette's packs for her. Traps wouldn't buy her all the fo- farraw she wanted; and in two years I'd sold her to Cross-Eagle for one of Jake Hawken's guns — this very one I hold in my hands. Then I tried the Sioux, the Shian, and a Digger from the other side, who made the best moccasin as ever I wore. She was the best of all, and was rubbed out by the Yutas in the Bayou Salade. Bad was the best; and after she was gone under I tried no more. " Afore I left the settlements I know'd a white gal, and she was some punkins. I have never see'd nothing as 'ould beat her. Red blood won't shine any ways you fix it ; and though I'm h — for sign, a woman's breast is the hardest kind of rock to me, and leaves no trail that I can see of. I've hearn you talk of a gal in Memphis County; Mary Brand you called her oncest. The gal I said / know'd, her name I disremember, but she IN THE OLD WEST 299 stands before me as plain as Chimley Rock on Platte, and thirty year and more harn't changed a feature in her face, to me. " If you ask this child, he'll tell you to leave the Spanish slut to her Greasers, and hold on till you take the trail to old Missoura, whar white and Christian gals are to be had for axing. Wagh ! " La Bonte rose to his feet. The mention of Mary Brand's name decided him; and he said — " Darn the Spaniard ! she can't shine with me. Come, old hoss ! let's move." And shouldering their rifles, the two companeros returned to the Ranch. More than one of the mountaineers had fulfilled the object of their jour- ney, and had taken to themselves a partner from amongst the belles of Taos, and now they were pre- paring for their return to the mountains. Dick Wooton was the only unfortunate one. He had wooed a damsel whose parents peremptorily for- bade their daughter to wed the hunter, and he therefore made ready for his departure with con- siderable regret. The day came, however. The band of moun- taineers were already mounted, and those with wives in charge were some hours on the road, leav- ing the remainder quaffing many a stirrup-cup be-» fore they left. Dick Wooton was as melancholy as a buffalo bull in spring; and as he rode down the village, and approached the house of his lady- love, who stood wrapped in reboso, and cigarito in 300 IN THE OLD WEST mouth, on the sill of the door, he turned away his head as if dreading to say adios. La Bonte rode beside him, and a thought struck him. "Ho, Dick!" he said, " thar's the gal, and thar's the mountains : shoot sharp's the word." Dick instantly understood him, and was " him- self again." He rode up to the girl as if to bid her adieu, and she came to meet him. Whispering one word, she put her foot upon his, was instantly seized round the waist, and placed upon the horn of his saddle. He struck spurs into his horse, and in a minute was out of sight ; his three companions covering his retreat, and menacing with their rifles the crowd which was soon drawn to the spot by the cries of the girl's parents, who had been astonished spectators of the daring rape. The trapper and his bride, however, escaped scatheless, and the whole party effected a safe passage of the mountains, and reached the Ark- ansa, where the band was broken up, — some pro- ceeding to Bent's Fort, and others to the Platte, amongst whom were Killbuck and La Bonte, still in company. These two once more betook themselves to trap- ping, the Yellow Stone being their chief hunting- ground. But we must again leap over months and years, rather than conduct the reader through all their perilous wanderings, and at last bring him back to the camp on Bijou, where we first intro- duced him to our mountaineers ; and as we have al- IN THE OLD WEST 301 ready followed them on the Arapaho trail, which they pursued to recover their stolen animals from a band of that nation, we will once again seat our- selves at the camp on Boiling Spring, where they had met a strange hunter on a solitary expedition to the Bayou Salade, whose double-barreled rifle had excited their wonder and curiosity. From him they learned also that a large band of Mormons were wintering on the Arkansa, en route to the Great Salt Lake and Upper Califor- nia; and as our hunters had before fallen in with the advanced-guard of these fanatic emigrants, and felt no little wonder that such helpless people should undertake so long a journey through the wilderness, the stranger narrated to them the his- tory of the sect, which we shall shortly transcribe for the benefit of the reader. CHAPTER IX THE Mormons were originally of the sect known as Latter-day Saints, which flour- ishes wherever Anglo-Saxon gulls are found in sufficient numbers to swallow the egregious nonsense of fanatic humbugs who fatten upon their credulity. In the United States they especially abounded ; but the creed becoming " slow," one Joe Smith, a smart man, rose from its ranks and instilled a little life into the decaying sect. Joe, better known as the " Prophet Joe," was taking his siesta one fine day upon a hill in New York State, when an angel suddenly appeared to him, and made known the locality of a new Bible or Testament, which contained the history of the lost tribes of Israel; that these tribes were no other than the Indian nations which possessed the continent of America at the time of its discovery, and the remains of which still existed in their sav- age state; that through the agency of Joe these were to be reclaimed, collected into the bosom of a church to be there established, according to prin- ciples which would be found in the wonderful book — and which church was gradually to receive into its bosom all other churches, sects, and persuasions, 302 IN THE OLD WEST with " unanimity of belief and perfect brother- hood." After a certain probation, Joe was led in body and spirit to the mountain by the angel who first appeared to him ; was pointed out the position of the wonderful book, which was covered by a flat stone, on which would be found a pair of magic spectacles, called Urim and Thummim, and through the agency of which the mystic charac- ters inscribed on the pages of the book were to be deciphered and translated. Joe found the spot in- dicated without any difficulty, cleared away the earth, and discovered a hollow place formed by four flat stones, on removing the topmost one of which sundry plates of brass presented themselves, covered with quaint and antique carving; on the top lay Urim and Thummim (commonly known to the Mormons as Mummum and Thummum, the spectacles of wonderful virtue), through which the miracle of reading the plates of brass was to be performed. Joe Smith, on whom the mantle of Moses had so suddenly fallen, carefully removed the plates and hid them, burying himself in woods and mountains whilst engaged in the work of translation. How- ever, he made no secret of the important task im- posed upon him, nor of the great work to which he had been called. Numbers at once believed him, but not a few were deaf to belief, and openly de- rided him. Being persecuted (as the sect declares, 304 IN THE OLD WEST at the instigation of the authorities), and many attempts being made to steal his precious treasure, Joe one fine night packed his plates in a sack of beans, bundled them into a Jersey wagon, and made tracks for the West. Here he completed the great work of translation, and not long after gave to the world the " Book of Mormon," a work as bulky as the Bible, and called " of Mormon," for so was the prophet named by whose hand the his- tory of the lost tribes had been handed down in the plates of brass thus miraculously preserved for thousands of years, and brought to light through the agency of Joseph Smith. The fame of the Book of Mormon spread over all America, and even to Great Britain and Ireland. Hundreds of proselytes flocked to Joe, to hear from his lips the doctrine of Mormonism ; and in a very brief period the Mormons became a numerous and recognized sect, and Joe was at once, and by uni- versal acclamation, installed as the head of the Mormon Church, and was ever after known by the name of the " Prophet Joseph." However, from certain peculiarities in their so- cial system, the Mormons became rather unpopular in the settled States, and at length moved bodily into Missouri, where they purchased several tracts of land in the neighborhood of Independence. Here they erected a large building, which they called the Lord's Store, where goods were collected on the common account, and retailed to members IN THE OLD WEST 305 of the Church at moderate prices. All this time their numbers increased in a wonderful manner, and immigrants from all parts of the States, as well as Europe, continually joined them. As they became stronger, they grew bolder and more arro- gant in their projects. They had hitherto been considered as bad neighbors, on account of their pilfering propensities, and their utter disregard of the conventional decencies of society — exhibiting the greatest immorality, and endeavoring to estab- lish amongst their society an indiscriminate con- cubinage. This was sufficient to produce an ill feeling against them on the part of their neighbors, the honest Missourians; but they still tolerated their presence amongst them, until the Saints openly proclaimed their intention of seizing upon the country, and expelling by force the present oc- cupants — giving, as their reason, that it had been revealed to their prophets that the " Land of Zion " was to be possessed by themselves alone. The sturdy Missourians began to think this was a little too strong, and that, if they permitted such aggressions any longer, they would be in a fair way of being despoiled of their lands by the Mor- mon interlopers. At length matters came to a crisis, and the Saints, emboldened by the impunity with which they had hitherto carried out their plans, issued a proclamation, to the effect that all in that part of the country who did not belong to the Mormon persuasion must " clear out," and 306 IN THE OLD WEST give up possession of their lands and houses. The Missourians collected in a body, burned the print- ing-press from which the proclamation had ema- nated, seized several of the Mormon leaders, and, after inflicting a summary chastisement, tarred and feathered them, and let them go. To revenge this insult, the Mormons marshaled an army of Saints, and marched upon Independ- ence, threatening vengeance against the town and people. Here they met, however, a band of sturdy backwoodsmen, armed with rifles, determined to de- fend the town against the fanatic mob, who, not relishing their appearance, refused the encounter, and surrendered their leaders at the first demand. The prisoners were afterwards released, on con- dition that the Mormons left that part of the coun- try without delay. Accordingly they once more " took up their beds and walked," crossing the Missouri to Clay County, where they established themselves, and would finally have formed a thriving settlement but for their own acts of willful dishonesty. At this time their blasphemous mummery knew no bounds. Joe Smith, and other prophets who had lately arisen, were declared to be chosen of God; and it was the general creed that, on the day of judgment, the former would take his stand on the right hand of the judgment-seat, and that none would pass into the kingdom of heaven without his seal and touch. One of their tenets was the faith IN THE OLD WEST 307 in " spiritual matrimony." No woman, it ap- peared, would be admitted into heaven unless " passed " by a saint. To qualify them for this, it was necessary that the woman should first be received by the guaranteeing Mormon as an " earthly wife," in order that he did not pass in any of whom he had no knowledge. The conse- quence of this state of things may be imagined. The most debasing immorality was a precept of the order, and an almost universal concubinage existed amongst the sect, which at this time num- bered at least forty thousand. Their disregard to the laws of decency and morality was such as could not be tolerated in any class of civilized society. Again did the honest Missourians set their faces against this pernicious example, and when the county to which the Mormons had removed be- came more thickly settled, they rose to a man against the modern Gomorrah. The Mormons, by this time, having on their part gained con- siderable accession to their strength, thought to set the laws at defiance, organized and armed large bodies of men, in order to maintain the ascendency over the legitimate settlers, and bid fair to con- stitute an imperium in imperio in the State, and become the sole possessors of the public lands. This, of course, could not be tolerated. Gover- nor Boggs at once ordered out a large force of State militia to put down this formidable demon- 508 IN THE OLD WEST stration, marched against the Mormons, and sup- pressed the insurrectionary movement without bloodshed. From Clay County they moved still farther into the wilds, and settled at last in Caldwell County, where they built the town of Far West, and here they remained for the space of three years. During this time they were continually receiv- ing converts to the faith, and many of the more ignorant country people were disposed to join them, being only deterred by the fear of incurring ridicule from the stronger-minded. The body of the Mormons seeing this, called upon their prophet, Joe Smith, to perform a miracle in pub- lic before all comers, which was to prove to those of their own people who still doubted the doctrine, the truth of what it advanced (the power of per- forming miracles was steadfastly declared to be in their hands by the prophets), and to enlist those who wavered in the Mormon cause. The prophet instantly agreed, and declared that, upon a certain day he would walk across the broad waters of the Missouri without wetting the soles of his feet. On the appointed day the river-banks were thronged by an expectant crowd. The Mor- mons sang hymns of praise in honor of their prophet, and were proud of the forthcoming mir- acle, which was to set finally at rest all doubt as to his power and sanctity. This power of performing miracles and effect- IN THE OLD WEST 309 ing miraculous cures of the sick, was so generally believed by the Mormons, that physic was never used amongst them. The prophets visited the beds of the sick, and laid hands upon them, and if, as of course was almost invariably the case, the patient died, it was attributed to his or her want of faith ; but if, on the contrary, the patient recovered, there was universal glorification on the miraculous cure. Joe Smith was a tall fine-looking man, of most plausible address, and possessed the gift of the gab in great perfection. At the time appointed for the performance of the walking-water miracle, he duly attended on the river's bank, and descended barefoot to the edge of the water. " My brethren ! " he exclaimed, in a loud voice, " this day is a happy one to me, to us all, who venerate the great and only faith. The truth of our great and blessed doctrine will now be proved before the thousands I see around me. You have asked me to prove by a miracle that the power of the prophets of old has been given to me. I say unto you, not only to me, but to all who have faith. I have faith, and can perform miracles — that faith empowers me to walk across the broad surface of that mighty river without wetting the soles of my unworthy feet ; but if ye are to see this miracle performed, it is necessary that ye have faith also, not only in yourselves, but in me. Have ye this faith in yourselves ? " 310 IN THE OLD WEST " We have, we have ! " roared the crowd. " Have ye the faith in me, that ye believe I can perform this miracle? " " We have, we have ! " roared the crowd. " Then," said Joe Smith, coolly walking away, " with such faith do ye know well that I could, but it boots not that I should, do it; therefore, my brethren, doubt no more " — and Joe put on his boots and disappeared. Being again compelled to emigrate, the Mor- mons proceeded into the state of Illinois, where, in a beautiful situation, they founded the new Jerusalem, which, it had been declared by the prophet Mormon, should rise out of the wilder- ness of the west, and where the chosen people should be collected under one church, and gov- erned by the elders after a " spiritual fashion." The city of Nauvoo soon became a large and imposing settlement. An enormous building, called the Temple of Zion, was erected, half church, half hotel, in which Joe Smith and the other prophets resided — and large store-houses were connected with it, in which the goods and chattels belonging to the community were kept for the com- mon good. However, here, as everywhere else, they were continually quarreling with their neighbors; and as their numbers increased, so did their audacity. A regular Mormon militia was again organized and armed, under the command of experienced of- IN THE OLD WEST 311 ficers who had joined the sect ; and now the author- ity of the state government was openly defied. In consequence, the executive took measures to put down the nuisance, and a regular war com- menced, and was carried on for some time, with no little bloodshed on both sides ; and this armed movement is known in the United States as the Mormon war. The Mormons, however, who, it seemed, were much better skilled in the use of the tongue than the rifle, succumbed: the city of Nauvoo was taken, Joe Smith and other ring- leading prophets captured ; and the former, in an attempt to escape from his place of confinement, was seized and shot. The Mormons declare he had long foretold his own fate ; and that when the rifles of the firing party who were his executioners were leveled at the prophet's breast, a flash of lightning struck the weapons from their hands, and blinded for a time the eyes of the sacrilegious soldiers. With the death of Joe Smith the prestige of the Mormon cause declined; but still thousands of proselytes joined them annually, and at last the state took measures to remove them altogether, as a body, from the country. Once again they fled, as they themselves term it, before the persecutions of the ungodly! But this time their migration was far beyond the reach of their enemies, and their intention was to place between them the impassable barrier of the Rocky IN THE OLD WEST Mountains, and to seek a home and resting-place in the remote regions of the Far West. This, the most extraordinary migration of mod- ern times commenced in the year 1845 ; but it was not till the following year that the great body of the Mormons turned their backs upon the settle- ments of the United States, and launched boldly out into the vast and barren prairies, without any fixed destination as a goal to their endless journey. For many months long strings of Pittsburgh and Conestoga wagons, with herds of horses and do- mestic cattle, wound their way towards the Indian frontier, with the intention of rendezvousing at Council Bluffs on the Upper Missouri. Here thousands of wagons were congregated, with their tens of thousands of men, women, and children, anxiously waiting the route from the elders of the Church, who on their parts scarcely knew whither to direct the steps of the vast crowd they had set in motion. At length the indefinite destination of Oregon and California was proclaimed, and the long train of emigrants took up the line of march. It was believed the Indian tribes would immedi- ately fraternize with the Mormons on their ap- proaching their country; but the Pawnees quickly undeceived them by running off with their stock on every opportunity. Besides these losses, at every camp, horses, sheep, and oxen strayed away and were not recovered, and numbers died from fatigue and want of provender; so that, before IN THE OLD WEST 313 they had been many weeks on their journey, nearly all their cattle, which they had brought to stock their new country, were dead or missing, and those that were left were in most miserable condition. They had started so late in the season that the greater part were compelled to winter on the Platte, on Grand Island, and in the vicinity, where they endured the greatest privations and suffer- ing from cold and hunger. Many who had lost their stock lived upon roots and pig-nuts ; and scurvy, in a most malignant form, and other dis- orders, carried off numbers of the wretched fanatics. Amongst them were many substantial farmers from all parts of the United States, who had given up their valuable farms, sold off all their property, and were dragging their irresponsible and unfor- tunate families into the wilderness — carried away by their blind and fanatic zeal in this absurd and incredible faith. There were also many poor wretches from different parts of England, mostly of the farm-laboring class, with wives and families, crawling along with helpless and almost idiotic despair, but urged forward by the fanatic leaders of the movement, who promised them a land flow- ing with milk and honey to reward them for all their hardships and privations. Their numbers were soon reduced by want and disease. When too late, they often wished them- selves back in the old country, and sighed many a IN THE OLD WEST time for the beer and bacon of former days, now preferable to the dry buffalo-meat (but seldom obtainable) of the Far West. Evil fortune pursued the Mormons, and dogged their steps. The year following, some struggled on towards the promised land, and of these a few reached Oregon and California. Many were killed by hostile Indians; many perished of hun- ger, cold, and thirst, in passing the great wilder- ness ; and many returned to the States, penniless and crestfallen, and heartily cursing the moment in which they had listened to the counsels of the Mormon prophet. The numbers who reached their destination of Oregon, California, and the Great Salt Lake, are computed at 20,000, of whom the United States had an unregretted rid- dance. One party had followed the troops of the Ameri- can Government intended for the conquest of New Mexico and the Californias. Of these a battalion was formed, and part of it proceeded to Upper California; but the way being impracticable for wagons, some seventy families proceeded up the Arkansa, and wintered near the mountains, in- tending to cross to the Platte the ensuing spring, and join the main body of emigrants on their way by the South Pass of the Rocky Mountains. In the wide and well-timbered bottom of the Arkansa, the Mormons had erected a street of log shanties in which to pass the inclement winter. IN THE OLD WEST 315 These were built of rough logs of cottonwood laid one above the other, the interstices filled with mud, and rendered impervious to wind or wet. At one end of the row of shanties was built the church or " temple " — a long building of huge logs, in which the prayer-meetings and holdings- forth took place. The band wintering on the Arkansa were a far better class than the generality of Mormons, and comprised many wealthy and respectable farmers from the western states, most of whom were accustomed to the life of woodmen, and were good hunters. Thus they were enabled to support their families upon the produce of their rifles, frequently sallying out to the nearest point of the mountains with a wagon, which they would bring back loaded with buffalo, deer, and elk meat, thereby saving the necessity of killing any of their stock of cattle, of which but few remained. The mountain hunters found this camp a profit- able market for their meat and deer-skins, with which the Mormons were now compelled to clothe themselves, and resorted there for that purpose — to say nothing of the attraction of the many really beautiful Missourian girls who sported their tall graceful figures at the frequent fan- dangos. Dancing and preaching go hand in hand in Mormon doctrine, and the temple was gener- ally cleared for a hop two or three times during the week, a couple of fiddles doing the duty of orchestra. A party of mountaineers came in one 316 IN THE OLD WEST day, bringing some buffalo-meat and dressed deer- skins, and were invited to be present at one of these festivals. Arrived at the temple, they were rather taken aback by finding themselves in for a sermon, which one of the elders delivered preparatory to the " physical exercises." The preacher was one Brown — called, by reason of his commanding a company of Mormon volunteers, " Cap'n Brown " — a hard-featured, black-coated man of five-and- forty, correctly got up in black continuations, and white handkerchief round his neck, — a costume seldom seen at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. The Cap'n, rising, cleared his voice, and thus commenced, first turning to an elder (with whom there was a little rivalry in the way of preach- ing) : " Brother Dowdle " (brother Dowdle blushed and nodded, he was a long tallow-faced man, with black hair combed over his face), " I feel like holding forth a little this afternoon, before we glorify the Lord, — a — a — in the — a — holy dance. As there are a many strange gentlemen now — a — present, it's about right to tell 'em — a — what our doctrine just is; and so I tells 'em right off what the Mormons is. They are the chosen of the Lord; they are the children of glory, persecuted by the hand of man: they flies here to the wilderness, and, amongst the Injine and the buffler, they lifts up their heads, and cries with a loud voice, * Susannah, and hurray for IN THE OLD WEST 317 the promised land ! ' Do you believe it ? I know it. " They wants to know whar we're going. Whar the church goes — thar we goes. Yes, to hell, and pull the devil off his throne — that's what we'll do. Do you believe it? I know it. " Thar's milk and honey in that land as we're goin' to, and the lost tribes of Israel is thar, and will jine us. They say as we'll starve on the road, bekase thar's no game and no water; but thar's manna up in heaven, and it'll rain on us, and thar's prophets among us can make the water 'come.' Can't they, brother Dowdle? " " Well, they can." " And now, what have the Gentiles and the Philistines to say against us Mormons? They says we're thieves, and steal hogs ; yes, d 'em ! they say we has as many wives as we like. So we have. I've twenty — forty, myself, and mean to have as many more as I can get. But it's to pass unfortunate females into heaven that I has 'em — yes, to prevent 'em going to roaring flames and damnation that I does it. " Brother Dowdle," he continued, in a hoarse, low voice, " I've ' give out,' and think we'd better begin the exercises grettful to the Lord." Brother Dowdle rose, and, after saying that " he didn't feel like saying much," begged to re- mind all hands that dancing was " solemn like, to be done with proper devotion, and not with laugh- SI 8 IN THE OLD WEST ing and talking, of which he hoped to hear little or none; that joy was to be in their hearts, and not on their lips; that they danced for the glory of the Lord, and not their own amusement, as did the Gentiles" After saying thus, he called upon brother Ezra to " strike up " : sundry couples stood forth, and the ball commenced. Ezra of the violin was a tall shambling Mis- sourian, with a pair of homespun pantaloons thrust into the legs of his heavy boots. Nodding his head in time with the music, he occasionally gave instructions to such of the dancers as were at fault, singing them to the tune he was playing, in a dismal nasal tone, — " Down the center — hands across, You Jake Herring — thump it, Now, you all go right ahead — Every one of you hump it. Every one of you — hump it." The last words being the signal that all should clap the steam on, which they did con amore, and with comical seriousness. A mountaineer, Rube Herring, whom we have more than once met in the course of this narra- tive, became a convert to the Mormon creed, and held forth its wonderful doctrines to such of the incredulous trappers as he could induce to listen to him. Old Rube stood nearly six feet six in height, and was spare and bony in make. He IN THE OLD WEST 319 had picked up a most extraordinary cloth coat amongst the Mormons, which had belonged to some one his equal in stature. This coat, which was of a snuff-brown color, had its waist about a hand's span from the nape of Rube's neck, or about a yard above its proper position, and the skirts reached to his ankles. A slouching felt- hat covered his head, from which long black hair escaped, hanging in flakes over his lantern jaws. His pantaloons of buckskin were shrunk with wet, and reached midway between his knees and ankles, and his huge feet were incased in moccasins of buffalo-cow skin. Rube was never without the book of Mormon in his hand, and his sonorous voice might be heard, at all hours of the day and night, reading pas- sages from its wonderful pages. He stood the badgering of the hunters with most perfect good- humor, and said there never was such a book as that ever before printed; that the Mormons were the " biggest kind " of prophets, and theirs the best faith ever man believed in. Rube had let out one day that he was to be hired as guide by this party of Mormons to the Great Salt Lake; but their destination being changed, and his services not required, a wonder- ful change came over his mind. He was, as usual, book of Mormon in hand, when brother Brown announced the change in their plans; at which the book was cast into the Arkansa, and Rube IN THE OLD WEST exclaimed — " Cuss your darned Mummum and Thummum! thar's not one among you knows fat cow from poor bull, and you may go to h for me." And turning away, old Rube spat out a quid of tobacco and his Mormonism together. Amongst the Mormons was an old man named Brand, from Memphis County, State of Tennessee, with a family of a daughter and two sons, the lat- ter with their wives and children. Brand was a wiry old fellow, nearly seventy years of age, but still stout and strong, and wielded ax or rifle better than many a younger man. If truth be told, he was not a very red-hot Mormon, and had joined them as much for the sake of company to California, whither he had long resolved to emi- grate, as from any implicit credence in the faith. His sons were strapping fellows, of the sterling stuff that the Western pioneers are made of; his daughter Mary, a fine woman of thirty, for whose state of single blessedness there must doubtless have been sufficient reason ; for she was not only remarkably handsome, but was well known in Memphis to be the best-tempered and most in- dustrious young woman in those diggings. She was known to have received several advantageous offers, all of which she had refused; and report said that it was from having been disappointed in very early life in an affaire du caeur, at an age when such wounds sometimes strike strong and deep, leaving a scar difficult to heal. Neither his IN THE OLD WEST daughter nor any of his family had been con- verted to the Mormon doctrine, but had ever kept themselves aloof, and refused to join or associate with them ; and, for this reason, the family had been very unpopular with the Mormon families on the Arkansa; and hence, probably, one great reason why they now started alone on their journey. Spring had arrived, and it was time the Mor- mons should proceed on their march ; but whether already tired of the sample they had had of life in the wilderness, or fearful of encountering the prerils of the Indian country, not one amongst them, with the exception of old Brand, seemed in- clined to pursue the journey farther. That old backwoodsman, however, was not to be deterred, but declared his intention of setting out alone, with his family, and risking all the dangers to be anticipated. One fine sunny evening in April of 1847, when the cottonwoods on the banks of the Arkansa be- gan to put forth their buds, and robins and blue- birds — harbingers of spring — were hopping with gaudy plumage through the thickets, three white-tilted Conestoga wagons emerged from the timbered bottom of the river, and rumbled slowly over the prairie, in the direction of the Platte's waters. Each wagon was drawn by eight oxen, and contained a portion of the farming imple- ments and household utensils of the Brand family. The teams were driven by the young boys, the IN THE OLD WEST men following in rear with ^Iiouldered rifles — old Brand himself, mounted on an Indian horse, leading the advance. The women were safely housed under the shelter of the wagon-tilts, and out of the first the mild face of Mary Brand smiled adieu to many of her old companions who had accompanied them thus far, and now wished them " God-speed " on their long journey. Some mountaineers, too, galloped up dressed in buck- skin, and gave them rough greeting — warning the men to keep their " eyes skinned," and look out for the Arapahos, who were out on the waters of the Platte. Presently all retired, and then the huge wagons and the little company were rolling on their solitary way through the deserted prairies — passing the first of the many thousand miles which lay between them and the " setting sun," as the Indians style the distant regions of the Far West. And on, without casting a look behind him, doggedly and boldly marched old Brand, followed by his sturdy family. They made but a few miles that evening, for the first day the start is all that is effected; and nearly the whole morning is taken up in getting fairly under weigh. The loose stock had been sent off earlier, for they had been collected and corraled the previous night; and, after a twelve hours' fast, it was necessary they should reach the end of the day's journey betimes. They found the herd grazing in the bottom of the Ar- IN THE OLD WEST 323 kansa, at a point previously fixed upon for their first camp. Here the oxen were unyoked, and the wagons drawn up so as to form three sides of a small square. The women then descended from their seats, and prepared the evening meal. A huge fire was kindled before the wagons, and round this the whole party collected; whilst large kettles of coffee boiled on it, and hoe-cakes baked upon the embers. The women were sadly down-hearted, as well they might be, with the dreary prospect before them ; and poor Mary, when she saw the Mormon encampment shut out from her sight by the roll- ing bluffs, and nothing before her but the bleak barren prairie, could not divest herself of the idea that she had looked for the last time on civil- ized fellow-creatures, and fairly burst into tears. In the morning the heavy wagons rolled on again across the upland prairies, to strike the trail used by the traders in passing from the south fork of the Platte to the Arkansa. They had for guide a Canadian voyageur, who had been in the service of the Indian traders, and knew the route well, and who had agreed to pilot them to Fort Lancaster, on the north fork of the Platte. Their course led for about thirty miles up the Boiling Spring River, whence they pursued a north- easterly course to the dividing ridge which sepa- rates the waters of the Platte and Arkansa. Their progress was slow, for the ground was saturated 324 IN THE OLD WEST with wet, and exceedingly heavy for the cattle, and they scarcely advanced more than ten miles a-day. At the camp-fire at night, Antoine, the Cana- dian guide, amused them with tales of the wild life and perilous adventures of the hunters and trap- pers who make the mountains their home ; often extorting a scream from the women by the de- scription of some scene of Indian fight and slaugh- ter, or beguiling them of a commiserating tear by the narrative of the sufferings and privations endured by those hardy hunters in their arduous life. Mary listened with the greater interest since she remembered that such was the life which had been led by one very dear to her — by one long supposed to be dead, of whom she had never but once since his departure, nearly fifteen years be- fore, heard a syllable. Her imagination pictured him as the bravest and most daring of these ad- venturous hunters, and conjured up his figure charging through the midst of whooping sav- ages, or stretched on the ground perishing from wounds, or cold, or famine. Amongst the characters who figured in An- toine's stories, a hunter named La Bonte was made conspicuous for deeds of hardiness and dar- ing. The first mention of the name caused the blood to rush to Mary's face; not that she for a moment imagined it was her La Bonte, for she IN THE OLD WEST 325 knew the name was a common one ; but, associated with feelings which she had never got the better of, it recalled a sad epoch in her former life, to which she could not look back without mingled pain and pleasure. Once only, and about two years after his de- parture, had she ever received tidings of her former lover. A mountaineer had returned from the Far West to settle in his native state, and had found his way to the neighborhood of old Brand's farm. Meeting him by accident, Mary, hearing him speak of the mountain hunters, had inquired, tremblingly, after La Bonte. Her informant knew him well — had trapped in company with him — and had heard at the trading-fort, whence he had taken his departure for the settlements, that La Bonte had been killed on the Yellow Stone by Blackfeet; which report was confirmed by some Indians of that nation. This was all she had ever learned of the lover of her youth. Now, upon hearing the name of La Bonte so often mentioned by Antoine, a vague hope was raised in her breast that he was still alive; and she took an opportunity of questioning the Cana- dian closely on the subject. " Who was this La Bonte, Antoine, who you say was so brave a mountaineer? " she asked one day. " J'ne sais pas ; he vas un beau gar9on, and strong comme le diable — enfant de garce, mais 326 IN THE OLD WEST he pas not care a dam for les sauvages, pe gar. He shoot de centare avec his carabine, and ride de cheval comme one Comanche. He trap heap castor (what you call beevare), and get plenty dollare — mais he open hand vare wide — and got none too. Den, he hont vid de Blackfoot and avec de Cheyenne, and all round de montaignes he hont dam sight." " But, Antoine, what became of him at last ? and why did he not come home, when he made so many dollars ? " asked poor Mary. " Enfant de garce, mais pourquoi he com home? Pe gar, de montaigne-man, he love de montaigne and de prairie more better dan he love de grandes villes — meme de St. Louis ou de Montreal. Wagh! La Bonte, well, he one montaigne-man, wagh ! He love de buffaloe and de chevreaux plus que de boeuf and de mouton, maybe. Mais on dit dat he have autre raison — dat de gal he lofe in Missouri not lofe him, and for dis he not go back. Mais now he go ondare, m'on dit. He vas go to de Californe, maybe to steal de hose and de mule — pe gar, and de Espagnols rub him out, and take his hair, so he mort." " But are you sure of this ? " she asked, trem- bling with grief. "Ah, now, j'ne suis pas sur; mais I tink you know dis La Bonte. Enfant de garce, maybe you de gal in Missouri he lofe, and not lofe him. Pe gar! 'fant de garce! fort beau gar9on dis La IN THE OLD WEST 327 Bonte; pourquoi you ne 1'aimez pas? Maybe he not go ondare. Maybe he turn op, autrefois. De trappares, dey go ondare tree, four, ten times, mais dey turn op twenty time. De sauvage not able for kill La Bonte, ni de dam Espagnols. Ah, non ! ne craignez pas ; be gar, he not gone ondare encore." Spite of the good-natured attempts of the Cana- dian, poor Mary burst into a flood of tears: not that the information took her unawares, for she long had believed her lover dead ; but because the very mention of his name awoke the strongest feel- ings within her breast, and taught her how deep was the affection she had felt for him whose loss and violent fate she now bewailed. As the wagons of the lone caravan roll on towards the Platte, we return to the camp where La Bonte, Killbuck, and the stranger, were sitting before the fire when last we saw them. Killbuck loquitur: — " The doin's of them Mormon fools can't be beat by Spaniards, stranger. Their mummums and thummums you speak of won't shine whar In- juns are about ; nor pint out a trail, whar nothin' crossed but rattler-snakes since fust it snowed on old Pike's Peak. If they pack along them profits, as you tell of, who can make it rain hump- ribs and marrow-guts when the crowd gets out of the buffler range, they are some, now, that's a fact. But this child don't believe it. I'd laugh IN THE OLD WEST to get a sight on these darned Mormonites, I would. They're no account, I guess ; and it's the meanest kind of action to haul their women crit- ters and their young 'uns to sech a starving coun- try as the Californys." " They are not all Mormons in the crowd," said the strange hunter ; " and there's one family amongst them with some smartish boys and girls, I tell you. Their name's Brand." La Bonte looked up from the lock of his rifle, which he was cleaning — but either didn't hear, or, hearing, didn't heed, for he continued his work. " And they are going to part company," con- tinued the stranger, " and put out alone for Platte and the South Pass." "They'll lose their hair, I'm thinking," said Killbuck, " if the Rapahos are out thar." " I hope not," continued the other, " for there's a girl amongst them worth more than that." " Poor beaver ! " said La Bonte, looking up from his work. " I'd hate to see any white gal in the hands of Injuns, and of Rapahos worse than all. Where does she come from, stranger? " " Down below St. Louis, from Tennessee, I've heard them say." " Tennessee," cried La Bonte, — " hurrah for the old state! What's her name, stran ' At this moment Killbuck's old mule pricked her ears and snuffed the air, which action catching La Bonte's eye, he rose abruptly, without waiting IN THE OLD WEST a reply to his question, and exclaimed, " The old mule smells Injuns, or I'm a Spaniard ! " The hunter did the old mule justice, and she well maintained her reputation as the best guard in the mountains ; for in two minutes an Indian stalked into the camp, dressed in a cloth capote, and in odds and ends of civilized attire. " Rapaho," cried Killbuck, as soon as he saw him; and the Indian catching the word, struck his hand upon his breast, and exclaimed, in broken Spanish and English mixed, " Si, si, me Arapaho, white man amigo. Come to camp — eat heap came — me amigo white man. Come from Pueblo — hunt cibola — me gun break — no puedo matar nada: mucha hambre (very hungry) — heap eat." s Killbuck offered his pipe to the Indian, and spoke to him in his own language, which both he and La Bonte well understood. They learned that h*> was married to a Mexican woman, and lived with some hunters at the Pueblo fort on the Ar- kansa. He volunteered the information that a war-party of his people were out on the Platte trail to intercept the Indian traders on their re- turn from the North Fork ; and as some " Mor- mones " had just started with three wagons in that direction, he said his people would make a " raise." Being muy amigo himself to the whites, he cau- tioned his present companions from crossing to the divide, as the braves, he said, were a heap 330 IN THE OLD WEST mad, and their hearts were big, and nothing in the shape of white skin would live before them. "Wagh!" exclaimed Killbuck, "the Rapahos know me, I'm thinking; and small gain they've made against this child. I've knowed the time when my gun-cover couldn't hold more of their scalps." The Indian was provided with some powder, of which he stood in need ; and after gorging as much meat as his capacious stomach would hold, he left the camp, and started into the mountain. The next day our hunters started on their jour- ney down the river, traveling leisurely, and stop- ping wherever good grass presented itself. One morning they suddenly struck a wheel-trail, which left the creek-banks and pursued a course at right angles to it, in the direction of the divide. Kill- buck pronounced it but a few hours old, and that of three wagons drawn by oxen. " Wagh ! " he exclaimed, " if them poor devils of Mormonites ain't going head first into the Rapaho trap. They'll be gone beaver afore long." " Aye," said the strange hunter, " these are the wagons belonging to old Brand, and he has started alone for Laramie. I hope nothing will happen to them." "Brand!" muttered La Bonte. "I knowed that name mighty well once, years agone; and should hate the worst kind that mischief happened IN THE OLD WEST 331 to any one who bore it. This trail's as fresh as paint, and it goes against me to let these simple critters help the Rapahos to their own hair. This child feels like helping 'em out of the scrape. What do you say, old hoss ? " " I thinks with you, boy," answered Killbuck, " and go in for following this wagon-trail, and telling the poor critters that thar's danger ahead of them. What's your talk, stranger ? " " I go with you," shortly answered the latter ; and both followed quickly after La Bonte, who was already trotting smartly on the trail. Meanwhile the three wagons, containing the household gods of the Brand family, rumbled slowly over the rolling prairie, and towards the upland ridge of the divide, which, studded with dwarf- pine and cedar thicket, rose gradually before them. They traveled with considerable caution, for al- ready the quick eye of Antoine had discovered recent Indian sign upon the trail, and with moun- tain quickness had at once made it out to be that of a war-party: for there were no horses with them, and after one or two of the moccasin-tracks, the mark of a rope which trailed upon the ground was sufficient to show him that the Indians were provided with the usual lasso of skin, with which to secure the horses stolen in the expedition. The men of the party were consequently all mounted and thoroughly armed, the wagons moved in a line abreast, and a sharp look-out was kept 332 IN THE OLD WEST on all sides. The women and children were all consigned to the interior of the wagons ; and the latter had also guns in readiness to take their part in the defense, should an attack be made. However, they had seen no Indians, and no fresh sign, for two days after they left the Boiling Spring River, and they began to think they were well out of their neighborhood. One evening they camped on a creek called Black Horse, and, as usual, had corraled the wagons, and forted as well as circumstances would permit, when three or four Indians suddenly appeared on a bluff at a little distance, and, making signals of peaceable intentions, approached the camp. Most of the men were absent at the time, attending to the cattle or collecting fuel, and only old Brand and one of his young grandchildren, about fourteen years old, remained in camp. The Indians were hospitably received, and regaled with a smoke, after which they began to evince their curiosity by examining every article lying about, and signi- fying their wishes that it should be given to them. Finding their hints were not taken, they laid hold of several things which took their fancies, and, amongst others, of the pot which was boiling on the fire, and with which one of them was about very coolly to walk off, when old Brand, who up to this moment had retained possession of his temper, seized it out of the Indian's hand and knocked him down. One of the others instantly IN THE OLD WEST began to draw the buckskin cover from his gun, and would no doubt have taken summary venge- ance for the insult offered to his companion, when Mary Brand courageously stepped up to him, and, placing her left hand upon the gun which he was in the act of uncovering, with the other pointed a pistol at his breast. Whether daunted by the bold act of the girl, or admiring her devotion to her father, the Indian drew himself back, exclaimed " Howgh ! " and drew the cover again on his piece, went up to old Brand, who all this time looked him sternly in the face, and, shaking him by the hand, motioned at the same time to the other to be peaceable. The other whites presently coming into camp, the Indians sat quietly down by the fire, and when the supper was ready, joined in the repast, after which they gathered their buffalo-robes about them, and quietly withdrew. Meanwhile An- toine, knowing the treacherous character of the savages, advised that the greatest precaution should be taken to secure the stock; and before dark, therefore, all the mules and horses were hob- bled and secured within the corral, the oxen being allowed to feed at liberty — for the Indians scarcely care to trouble themselves with such cat- tle. A guard was also set round the camp, and relieved every two hours ; the fire was extinguished, lest the savages should aim, by its light, at any of the party, and all slept with rifles ready at 334 IN THE OLD WEST their sides. However, the night passed quietly, and nothing disturbed the tranquillity of the camp. The prairie wolves loped hungrily around, and their mournful cry was borne upon the wind, as they chased deer and antelope on the neighbor- ing plain; but not a sign of lurking Indians was seen or heard. In the morning, shortly after sunrise, they were in the act of yoking the oxen to the wagons, and driving in the loose animals which had been turned out to feed at daybreak, when some Indians again appeared upon the bluff, and, descending it, con- fidently approached the camp. Antoine strongly advised their not being allowed to enter; but Brand, ignorant of Indian treachery, replied that, so long as they came as friends, they could not be deemed enemies, and allowed no obstruction to be offered to their approach. It was now observed that they were all painted, armed with bows and arrows, and divested of their buffalo-robes, ap- pearing naked to the breech-clout, their legs only being protected by deer-skin leggings, reaching to the middle of the thigh. Six or seven first ar- rived, and others quickly followed, dropping in one after the other, until a score or more were collected round the wagons. Their demeanor, at first friendly, soon changed as their numbers increased, and they now became urgent in their demands for powder and lead, and bullying in their manner. A chief accosted Brand, and, through Antoine, IN THE OLD WEST 335 informed him that, unless the demands of his braves were acceded to, he could not be respon- sible for the consequences ; that they were out on the war-trail, and their eyes were red with blood, so that they could not distinguish between white and Yuta scalps; that the party, with all their women and wagons, were in the power of the In- dian braves, and therefore the white chief's best plan was to make the best terms he could ; that all they required was that they should give up their guns and ammunition " on the prairie," and all their mules and horses — retaining the " medicine buffaloes " (the oxen) " to draw their wagons." By this time the oxen were yoked, and the team- sters, whip in hand, only waited the word to start. Old Brand foamed whilst the Indian stated his de- mands, but, hearing him to the end, exclaimed, " Darn the red devil ! I wouldn't give him a grain of powder to save my life. Put out, boys ! " — and turning to his horse, which stood ready sad- dled, was about to mount, when the Indians sprang at once upon the wagons, and commenced their attack, yelling like fiends. One jumped upon old Brand, pulled him back as he was rising in the stirrup, and drew his bow upon him at the same moment. In an instant the old backwoodsman pulled a pistol from his belt, and, putting the muzzle to the Indian's heart, shot him dead. Another Indian, flourishing his war- club, laid the old man at his feet; whilst some 336 IN THE OLD WEST dragged the women from the wagons, and others rushed upon the men, who made brave fight in their defense. Mary, when she saw her father struck to the ground, sprang with a shrill cry to his assistance ; for at that moment a savage, frightful as red paint could make him, was standing over his prostrate body, brandishing a glittering knife in the air, preparatory to thrusting it into the old man's breast. For the rest, all was confusion: in vain the small party of whites struggled against over- powering numbers. Their rifles cracked but once, and they were quickly disarmed ; whilst the shrieks of the women and children, and the loud yells of the Indians, added to the scene of horror and con- fusion. As Mary flew to her father's side, an In- dian threw his lasso at her, the noose falling over her shoulders, and jerking it tight, he uttered a delighted yell as the poor girl was thrown back violently to the ground. As she fell, another de- liberately shot an arrow at her body, whilst the one who had thrown the lasso rushed forward, his scalp-knife flashing in his hand, to seize the bloody trophy of his savage deed. The girl rose to her knees, and looked wildly towards the spot where her father lay bathed in blood; but the Indian pulled the rope violently, dragged her some yards upon the ground, and then rushed with a yell of vengeance upon his victim. He paused, however, as at that moment a shout as fierce as his own IN THE OLD WEST 337 sounded at his very ear; and, looking up, he saw La Bonte galloping madly down the bluff, his long hair and the fringes of his hunting-shirt and leg- gings flying in the wind, his right arm supporting his trusty rifle, whilst close behind him came Kill- buck and the stranger. Dashing with loud hur- rahs to the scene of action, La Bonte, as he charged down the bluff, caught sight of the girl struggling in the hands of the ferocious Indian. Loud was the war-shout of the mountaineer, as he struck his heavy spurs to the rowels in his horse's side, and bounded like lightning to the rescue. In a single stride he was upon the Indian, and thrusting the muzzle of his rifle into his very breast, he pulled the trigger, driving the savage backward by the blow itself, at the same moment that the bullet passed through his heart and tumbled him over stone-dead. Throwing down his rifle, La Bonte wheeled his obedient horse, and, drawing a pistol from his belt, again charged the enemy, among whom Killbuck and the stranger were dealing death-giving blows. Yelling for victory, the mountaineers rushed at the Indians ; and they, panic-stricken at the sudden attack, and thinking this was but the advanced-guard of a large band, fairly turned and fled, leaving five of their number dead upon the field. Mary, shutting her eyes to the expected death- stroke, heard the loud shout La Bonte gave in charging down the bluff, and, again looking up, 338 IN THE OLD WEST saw the wild-looking mountaineer rush to her rescue, and save her from the savage by his timely blow. Her arms were still pinned by the lasso, which prevented her from rising to her feet ; and La Bonte was the first to run to aid her, as soon as the fight was fairly over. He jumped from his horse, cut the skin-rope which bound her, raised her from the ground, and, upon her turning up her face to thank him, beheld his never-to-be-for- gotten Mary Brand; whilst she, hardly believing her senses, recognized in her deliverer her former lover, and still well-beloved La Bonte. " What, Mary ! can it be you? " he asked, look- ing intently upon the trembling woman. " La Bonte, you don't forget me ! " she answered, and threw herself sobbing into the arms of the sturdy mountaineer. There we will leave her for the present, and help Killbuck and his companions to examine the killed and wounded. Of the former, five Indians and two whites lay dead, the latter grandchildren of old Brand, fine lads of fourteen or fifteen, who had fought with the greatest bravery, and lay pierced with arrows and lance-wounds. Old Brand had received a sore buffet, but a hatful of cold water from the creek sprinkled over his face soon re- stored him. His sons had not escaped scot-free, and Antoine was shot through the neck, and, fall- ing, had actually been half-scalped by an Indian, IN THE OLD WEST 339 whom the timely arrival of La Bonte had caused to leave his work unfinished. Silently, and with sad hearts, the survivors of the family saw the bodies of the two boys buried on the river-bank, and the spot marked with a pile of loose stones, procured from the rocky bed of the creek. The carcasses of the treacherous Indians were left to be devoured by wolves, and their bones to bleach in the sun and wind — a warning to their tribe, that such foul treachery as they had medi- tated had met with a merited retribution. fc The next day the party continued their course to the Platte. Antoine and the stranger returned to the Arkansa, starting in the night to avoid the Indians ; but Killbuck and La Bonte lent the aid of their rifles to the solitary caravan, and, under their experienced guidance, no more Indian perils were encountered. Mary no longer sat perched up in her father's Conestoga, but rode a quiet mustang by La Bonte's side; and no doubt they found a theme with which to while away the mo- notonous journey over the dreary plains. South Fork was passed, and Laramie was reached. The Sweet Water Mountains, which hang over the pass to California, were long since in sight; but when the waters of the North Fork of Platte lay before their horses' feet, and the broad trail was pointed out which led to the great valley of Columbia and their promised land, the heads of the oxen were 340 IN THE OLD WEST turned down the stream, where the shallow waters flow on to join the great Missouri — and not up, towards the mountains, where they leave their spring-heads, — from which springs flow several waters, some coursing their way to the eastward, fertilizing, in their route to the Atlantic, the lands of civilized man, others westward, forcing a pas- sage through rocky canons, and flowing through a barren wilderness, inhabited by fierce and bar- barous tribes. These were the routes to choose between ; and, whatever was the cause, the oxen turned their yoked heads away from the rugged mountains ; the teamsters joyfully cracked their ponderous whips, as the wagons rolled lightly down the Platte; and men, women, and children waved their hats and bonnets in the air and cried out lustily, " Hurrah for home ! " La Bonte looked at the dark somber mountains ere he turned his back upon them for the last time. He thought of the many years he had spent be- neath their rugged shadow, of the many hardships he had suffered, of all his pains and perils in those wild regions. The most exciting episodes of his adventurous career, his tried companions in scenes of fierce fight and bloodshed, passed in review be- fore him. A feeling of regret was creeping over him, when Mary laid her hand gently on his shoul- der. One single tear rolled unbidden down his cheek, and he answered her inquiring eyes : " I'm IN THE OLD WEST 341 not sorry to leave it, Mary," he said ; " but it's hard to turn one's back upon old friends." They had a hard battle with Killbuck, in en- deavoring to persuade him to accompany them to the settlements. The old mountaineer shook his head. The time, he said, was gone by for that. He had often thought of it, but, when the day ar- rived, he hadn't heart to leave the mountains. Trapping now was of no account, he knew; but beaver was bound to rise, and then the good times would come again. What could he do in the set- tlements, where there wasn't room to move, and where it was hard to breathe — there were so many people ? He accompanied them a considerable distance down the river, ever and anon looking cautiously back, to ascertain that he had not gone out of sight of the mountains. Before reaching the forks, how- ever, he finally bade them adieu ; and, turning the head of his old grizzled mule westward, he heartily wrung the hand of his comrade La Bonte ; and, cry- ing Yep ! to his well-tried animal, disappeared be- hind a roll of the prairie, and was seen no more — a thousand good wishes for the welfare of the sturdy trapper speeding him on his solitary way. Four months from the day when La Bonte so opportunely appeared to rescue Brand's family from the Indians on Black Horse Creek, that worthy and the faithful Mary were duly and law- 342 IN THE OLD WEST fully united in the township church of Brandville, Memphis County, State of Tennessee. We cannot say, in the concluding words of nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand novels, that " numerous pledges of mutual love surrounded and cheered them in their declining years," &c., &c. ; because it was only on the 24th of July, in the year of our Lord 1847, that La Bonte and Mary Brand were finally made one, after fifteen long years of separa- tion. The fate of one of the humble characters who have figured in these pages we must yet tarry a little longer to describe. During the past winter, a party of mountaineers, flying from overpowering numbers of hostile Sioux, found themselves, one stormy evening, in a wild and dismal canon near the' elevated mountain valley called the New Park. The rocky bed of a dry mountain torrent, whose waters were now locked up at their spring-heads by icy fetters, was the only road up which they could make their difficult way ; for the rugged sides of the gorge rose precipitously from the creek, scarcely affording a foot-hold to even the active bighorn, which occasionally looked down upon the travelers from the lofty summit. Logs of pine up- rooted by the hurricanes which sweep incessantly through the mountain defiles, and tossed headlong from the surrounding ridges, continually ob- structed their way; and huge rocks and boulders, IN THE OLD WEST 343 fallen from the heights and blocking up the bed of the stream, added to the difficulty, and threat- ened them every instant with destruction. Towards sundown they reached a point where the canon opened out into a little shelving glade or prairie, a few hundred yards in extent, the en- trance to which was almost hidden by thicket of dwarf pine and cedar. Here they determined to encamp for the night, in a spot secure from In- dians, and, as they imagined, untrodden by the foot of man. What, however, was their astonishment, on breaking through the cedar-covered entrance, to perceive a solitary horse standing motionless in the center of the prairie. Drawing near, they found it to be an old grizzled mustang, or In- dian pony, with cropped ears and ragged tail (well picked by hungry mules), standing doubled up with cold, and at the very last gasp from ex- treme old age and weakness. Its bones were nearly through the stiffened skin, the legs of the animal were gathered under it; whilst its forlorn- looking head and stretched-out neck hung list- lessly downwards, almost overbalancing its totter- ing body. The glazed and sunken eye — the pro- truding and froth-covered tongue — the heaving flank and quivering tail — declared its race was run ; and the driving sleet and snow, and penetrat- ing winter blast, scarce made impression upon its callous and worn-out frame. S44 IN THE OLD WEST One of the band of mountaineers was Marcelline, and a single look at the miserable beast was suffi- cient for him to recognize the once renowned Nez- perce steed of old Bill Williams. That the owner himself was not far distant he felt certain; and, searching carefully around, the hunters presently came upon an old camp, before which lay, pro- truding from the snow, the blackened remains of pine logs. Before these, which had been the fire, and leaning with his back against a pine trunk, and his legs crossed under him, half covered with snow, reclined the figure of the old mountaineer, his snow-capped head bent over his breast. His well-known hunting-coat of fringed elk-skin hung stiff and weather-stained about him ; and his rifle, packs, and traps were strewed around. Awe-struck, the trappers approached the body, and found it frozen hard as stone, in which state it had probably lain there for many days or weeks. A Jagged rent in the breast of his leather coat, and dark stains about it, showed he had received a wound before his death; but it was impossible to say, whether to his hurt, or to sickness, or to the natural decay of age, was to be attributed the wretched and solitary end of poor Bill Wil- liams. A friendly bullet cut short the few remaining hours of the trapper's faithful steed; and bury- ing, as well as they were able, the body of the old mountaineer, the hunters next day left him IN THE OLD WEST 345 in his lonely grave, in a spot so wild and remote, that it was doubtful whether even hungry wolves would discover and disinter his attenuated corpse. THE END OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY — NEW YORK OUTING ADVENTURE LIBRARY Edited by Horace Kephart Here are brought together for the first time the great stories of adventure of all ages and countries. These are the personal records of the men who climbed the mountains, penetrated the jungles, explored the seas and crossed the desert; who knew the chances and took them, and lived to write their own tales of hardship, endurance and achievement. The series will consist of an indeterminate number of volumes — for the stories are myriad. The whole will be edited by Horace Kephart. Each volume answers the test of these questions: Is it true? Is it interesting? The entire series is uniform in style and binding. Among the titles now ready or in preparation are those described on the following pages. Price $1.00 each, net. Postage 10 cents extra. IN THE OLD WEST, by George Frederick Ruxton. The men who blazed the trail across the Rockies to the Pacific were independent trappers and hunters in the days before the Mexican war. They left no records of their adventures and most of them linger now only as shadowy names. But a young Eng- lishman lived among them for a time, saw life from their point of view, trapped with them and fought with them against the Indians. That was George Frederick Ruxton. His story is our only complete picture of the Old West in the days of the real pioneers, of Kit Carson, Jim Bridger, Bill Williams, the Sublettes, and all the rest of that glorious company of the forgotten who opened the West. 13 OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY — NEW YORK CASTAWAYS AND CRUSOES. Since the beginning of navigation men have faced the dangers of shipwreck and starvation. Scattered through the an- nals of the sea are the stories of those to whom disaster came and the personal records of the way they met it. 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This volume describes Ruxton's second visit to America, but this time he landed at Vera Cruz, from where he went to Mexico City and thence north to the American border. Mexico was then at war with the United States, bandits roamed over the country right up to the gates of the capital, and Indians infested the northern part. Still he made the journey of 2,000 miles, often alone, experiencing many exciting adventures. WILD LIFE IN THE ROCKY MOUN- TAINS, by George Frederick Ruxton. A con- tinuation of Ruxton's ADVENTURES IN MEXICO, from Chihuahua north. In the course of his journey he had to pass through treeless deserts, where he suf- fered much from lack of water; spent the winter in the Rocky Mountains and finally crossed the United States boundary. *THE GOLD HUNTER, by J. D. Borth- wick. He was an English artist who joined the rush of treasurer seekers to California in 1851. 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His personal encounters with the Apaches were of the most desperate nature. 16 isH^;