The trappers' pass, or, The gold-seeker's daughter

Chapter I. The Raid Of The Blackfeet

On a tributary of the Yellowstone River, and near to the Bighorn Mountains, there stood, at the time our stor r opens, a cabin. Though roughly constructed, there wi a an air of nicety and comfort about it which could hardly be expected in a frontier loghouse. On the outside, the walls presented a comparatively smooth surface, though a glance would be sufficient to satisfy one that the work was of the axe, and not of the plane. On the inside, the walls seemed to be plastered with a material which, in its primitive state, resembled stiff brown clay; and it was through a chimney of the same substance that the smoke of the fire within found vent.

A fair girl stood in the shadow of the rude doorway. Her hair, golden as the memory of childhood's days, floated in soft ringlets over her exquisitely formed shoulders, half concealing in its wavy flow her lovely cheeks, mantling with the rich hue of life — cheeks which long ago might have been tinged with the sun's brown dye, but which now, miracle though it might seem, bore little trace of oil Sol's scorching hand, or tell-tale mark of Avestern marches. Blue eyes she had, and a lovely light lingered in tnew liquid depths; while her form was one corresponding 10 her face, slender, but lithe and springing, well calculated

to endure, along with a stout heart, the privations which must come upon one thus so strangely out of place.

Half turning, she threw up one beautiful arm, and with her hand shaded her eyes from the glare of the sun, at the same time glancing to the right. As she did so, she gave a slight start, for in the distance she had caught sight of an approaching horseman. All cause for fear was, however, quickly removed, as she almost immediately recognized him as a friend. Murmuring lightly to herself: "Ah, John Howell! What can he be after?" she watched with some interest his onward progress. Why was it th:;t he so suddenly halted? Why did horse and rider remain mute and motionless, gazing in the direction of a mound which lay not far distant from the cabin?

From behind its concealing shade, with a horrid yell, a band of Indian braves, at least fifty in number, in single file approached.

The majority of the band came directly toward the house, but the form of Howell, stationed, sentinel like, upon the crest of a knoll, having been speedily observed, a squad of four well -mounted and well-armed braves dashed toward him at full speed.

Half the intervening distance had been traversed before the trapper — for such was the white man — had fully determined whether their advance was friendly or hostile in its nature. When at length he caught fuller glances ot their forms and equipments, it was with remarkable celerity that he unslung his rifle and brought it to bear upon the nearest of the advancing foe, tersely exclaiming: "Blackfeet, by mighty!"

At the touch of the finger upon the trigger the weapon was discharged, and he who had been the mark fell. Without waiting to see the success of his shot, Howell turned his horse and struck the hea-vy Mexican spurs deep into his sides, speeding in hot haste over the rollinp ground, with the three red-skins following in close pursuit.

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While these things were transpiring, the main body was marching steadily toward the cabin. Simultaneously with the report of Howell's rifle, the band halted in front of the dwelling.

la front, mounted before a sturdy looking brave, was a noble looking white man. Although his hands were tied, yet, from time to time, they had not scorned to eye him with anxious glances, seemingly fearful that by some Sampsonioa attempt he might free himself. Thus, when the party halted, men closed around him, upon either side, guarding against such a catastrophe.

The young girl still stood in the shadow of the door, with the fairy hand shading her eyes; but her face was pale as ashes, and her heart must have throbbed at whirlwind speed, to have corresponded with the way in which her bosom rose and fell. It was very sudden. A single horseman in sight, and he a friend ; then to see in a moment more half a hundred yelling, savage foes! For a moment she looked at them, but as her gaze rested on the captive she raised the other arm, and stretching forth both, feebly cried: "Father!" then slowly sunk to the floor.

The prisoner, too, caught sight of the girl, and, with a voilent wrench, sought to free himself from his bands. Strong as is a father's love, the cords of the savage proved yet stronger, and he found himself, perforce, compelled to act as best suited his captors. They, evidently fearing something of an ambuscade, were slow to enter, and with weapons poised and eager eyes, they glanced through the open door. Finding that their fears had no foundation, they dismounted, even allowing and assisting their captive to once more set foot upon the ground. At this close approach the girl somewhat revived. First consciousness of existence came back, then recollection, then strength, and she sprung to her feet, rushed between the two Indians who led the van, and throwing her arms around the neck g THE TUAPPEKS PASS.

of her father, exclaimed : "Father, father! what does this mean? Why are you thus a captive?"

In the background, gazing with a look half inquisitive, half scowling upon these two, was a man, who, though dressed in the garb of the tribe, and his cheek deep tinged by exposure, still gave evidence of being of the white race. He was a short, stoutly-built man, of perhaps thirty years of a"-e. His hair, dressed in the Indian style, was black, eyes small, and set deeply in his head, and the brow, though broad, was low and retreating. From some cause, the end of his nose was wanting, and this, with the wide and disproportionate shape of his mouth, tended to heighten the outlandish expression of his physiognomy.

Toward this person did Major Robison — the captive — turn his eye, and, raising as best he could his bound hands, pointed with them, at the same time saying bitterly:

" For this I may thank yon, you renegade, Tom Eutter. It was through his means that I was taken ; and now that it is done, let him take good care of himself, else I may be speedily avenged."

<l Look a-here," interrupted the man thus addressed, a dark scowl sweeping over his brows, " I don't keer about havin' you er yer darter; 'taint no interest o' mine; 'twon't do me no good. It ar' 'corclin' to orders. I don't know as they wants you particklar bad either. Whatever they wants, their guyan to hev — you hev to go 'long now ; an" when yer free to loeomote agin, by an' by, we'll squar accounts. Don't go to sayin' hard words agin me an' them red-skins, ef you don't want to be purty effuctooally rubbed ■eout. Jist keep a cool, civil tongue in that ar head o' yourn, make yer tracks in the right manner, an' you'll fare well."

Major Fobison, considering that to bandy words at that time would be dangerous and effect nothing, turned to his daughter, and in a low tone inquired what had become of her brother, Hugh. The answer was given in an equally low voice.

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" Ho left me but a short time ago, for a ride across tlieplains. I know not what else he had in view; but I much, fear that he will return before these marauders leave, and. so fail into their hands."

"Never fear for Hugh. If he is mounted, and with weapons in his hands, the fleetest horseman in the tribe could scarce overtake him in a day. These men have no time to waste ; for, by the scalps at their belts, I see that they have been on the war-path. Doubt not but that they are flaring the revengeful hand of pursuing justice. They will be too cautious to linger here long. The cabin will be rifled, perhaps burned ; then they will depart for a hurried march. At present we are in no danger for our lives, but what may happen if they are closely pursued, or what will be the end, I dare not even conjecture."

As Bobison stated, it did not seem to be the intention of the Blackfeet to remain here long. But a short space of time was occupied in ransacking the dwelling, and asthey emerged, bearing in their hands whatever of desirable plunder they had been able to find, Tom Butter, who seemed to have, in some sort at least, the command of the expedition, addressed them in words which, if rendered, into English, would read : — ■

" I tell you we must be making tracks out of this. We have been successful in our undertaking, but we must not trust to a run of good luck. You understand, Blackfeet, what we want the prisoners for. It is for your good more than mine, and they must be taken care of. The girl can't be expected to walk, so one of the braves can take her on his horse. If we had time, we might scout around to find the other young one ; but, as we have not, and as he is not necessary, let us be moving at once."

If this was Butter's opinion, it appeared to coincide with that of the chiefs who stood around, and preparations were accordingly made to start immediately. These preparatory performances were very simple, being merely to kindle a

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fire in the middle of the floor of Major llobison's dwelling, on which fire they piled a quantity of dry wood, along with all the combustible material which was at hand. Then they mounted, and only awaited the assurance that the work of destruction would be complete before starting on their retreating journey. In a few moments, with hiss and roar, the fire shot upward and outward, sweeping through the light dry roof, waving over the cabin in long streams of rich bright flame. Then, with a yell of triumph, the line of march was formed, the captives occupying the middle of the file.

As they wound their way around the clump of trees which lay at the distance of a few hundred j-ards from the late site of her residence, Adelia saw, nenrly half a mile away, standing on a small elevation, John Howell. He had led his pursuers in a half circle, and, having escaped for the time from their range of vision, was evidently bent on discovering what course the Blackfeet intended to pursue with regard to their prisoners. Turning her eye from him, it fell upon a moving object coming over the plain in a direct line toward them. The Indians, too, saw this object, which, it could easily be discerned, was a horseman, riding at a quick rate. A halt Avas made for a moment, and the renegade, who rode immediately in advance of the captives, half turned on his saddle, and said :

" That ar' person comin' is yer son, Hugh, an' ef he comes a leetle closer he'll rush right into our arms. I ain't got nothin' agin ye myself, but it does seem as tho' luck was down on yer family to-day."

The bad luck of the family, however, seemed to be partly averted, for, fortunately, the young man had a companion. This person gave token that he was an old voyageur on the plains; for his eye, ever on the alert, quickly caught sight of the hollow and the savages therein. Their horses were held in, a long survey taken and then to all appearance, satisfied that, for the present no good

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could be duue hy them, the i wo turned to one side, and [iiished their steeds into a swift gallop. About the same time, the detachment which had started in pursuit of Howell, again caught sight of him, and, fired by their success, rode at a sweeping pace toward his station. He, casting a last look at the smoke of the burning cabin — plainly visible from his position — another at the captives, and a third at his pursuers, commenced a rapid flight.

Nothing now remaining for the war-party to mark with their devastating hand, they fell again into file, and marched on under the guidance of Rutter.

Signals had been made to recall the men who were in pursuit of Howell, but their signals, in the excitement of the chase, had not been seen. Perhaps if they had been, they would not have been noticed. One of their number had fallen, and his death demanded vengeance. The scalp of the white man must hang in the belt of a Blackfoot.

The pursued took the chase coolly, carefully managing a horse that already seemed somewhat tired ; he lifted him at every stroke, keeping sharp watch that he was not gained upon, and evidently steering for some place of refuge.

A long way off appeared the course of a stream, stretching its slowly winding length from south to north. Directly ahead lay a small, but thickly studded copse of trees. Could the white man see what lay behind or within it ?

There was another cabin there, not very large, but strongly constructed, and just at the edge of the copse, peering anxiously over the plain, a young man of some twenty-four years of age. Tall, well proportioned, with dark brown hair and piercing grey eyes, he made no bad appearance as he stood there, holding in his hand a widebriinnied sombrero, garnished with a deep black plume.

'• It is time," he was murmuring, " that Howell came. He has been gone long, and it is not often that he delays beyond the appointed hour; yet — ha! Yonder he comes, and comes right gallantly, too, though his horse seems weary. By heavens, norsemeu are following him — Indian* at that ! He needs my aid, for three to one is too long an odds even for him ! "

So saying, the young man snatched up his rifle, which was resting against a tree near by, and threw himself upon his ready saddled steed, making the best of his way out of thicket, starting at reckless speed in the direction of his friend and the three pursuers.

The Blackfeet, seeing a mounted man emerge from the thicket, though the distance was full half a mile, partly drew in their animals, as if fearing an ambuscade ; then, seeing that no one else appeared, they rushed on with an increased fury. The five men, thus triply divided, were gradually approximating, but the red-skins seemed likelv to overtake their intended victim before his friend could come to his assistance ; and this likelihood appeared to be reduced to a positive certainty, as the horse of Howell stumbled, rose, and then sank in its tracks, completely blown. His rider was instantly on his feet, and facing the foes, now within fifty yards of him, and coming on at a rate which must, in a minute more, have brought them to the spot where he stood. But the hardy northern trapper is not a man who shrinks from danger, nor does his courage fail him at a critical period. Howell was one who, in all his eventful career, had never allowed his heart to falter or his hand to shake. His movements, to be sure, were quick, but not flurried, as he brought his deadly rifle to his shoulder. A careful aim, the trigger was pulled— a flash, a report, and then, with an half-uttered yell, the foremost of the three persons wildly threw up his arms, reeled, pitched heavily oil' his saddle, and fell with a dull thud to the ground.

The comrades of him who had fallen, seemed scarcely to notice the fact, and only hastened on with greater eagerness, in order that they might come upon their quarry whilst •his rifle was discharged.

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Howell gave a rapid glance over his shoulder. His friend, at a furlong's distance, had halted. It formed a perfect picture. The sun rode high in the luavens above the great mountains of the west. In the shade, with the woods and the mountains for a background, his horse motionless, the young man looked keenly through the deadly sights of his long rifle. In front of him, with the broad light of the afternoon streaming over their wild forms, came the swooping braves. The whip-like crack of the rifle broke the charm. Perhaps it was a chance shot, but one of the Indians fell, the leaden messenger of death passing through his heart. Immediately afterwards a crushing blow, dealt by the butt of Howell's gun, swept the third and last of the party from his horse. Half stunned, as he was. he was on his feet in a moment. Bounding towards his white antagonist, he seized him before he had time to draw a weapon, and a confused hand to hand encounter ensued. Both fell to the ground, and, tightly clasped in each other's embrace, rolled over and over. The savage accompanied his struggles with frantic shouts and cries, but the white man held his teeth firm clenched, and in fierce silence essayed to end the contest. Nor was it of long continuance. An arm was suddenly raised, there was a shimmer and a flash of steel, a gurgling cry— then the hunter shook himself loose, rose to his feet, took his tired horse by the bridle, and walked toward the grove of trees and the cabin before mentioned.

The half mile which was now to be accomplished was soon passed over, and, as the space in front of the cabin, was entered, to the traveller's delight, a fire was seen, with long strings of juicy meat suspended over it, whilst the coffee-pot, that article ever present at the true voyageur,srneal, bubbled and sang a merry strain of welcome.

The repast was now prepared, and though Howell ate with gusto, yet, with a touch of that taciturnity which at times is visible in men of the wilds, he refusi d to utter a

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word. At length, when the repast was over, he raised himself from the ground, on which ha had been reclining, and took a long, earnest, and sweeping glance over the plain. Then, returning, ho took his former position, and opened a conversation with his companion.

" Wavin' Plume, I was down the river to-day, and turned aside to get orders from the Major."

" Well, what did you see ? I've been waiting for you to speak. It looks like danger; yet if there had been danger, you would have spoken."

Without moving from his seat, Howell pointed over tc where the bodies of the dead Indians lay.

" Take it in a bunch, Charley, though, it's mighty rough, The cussed Blackfeet lies bin on a fight with the Crows, and comin' back they just burned the Major's cabin, and gobbled up him and his darter, nice as you choose."

As if waiting until he had taken in and digested the whole of this intelligence, Waving Plume sat silently for a brief time, gazing at his companion. Then, leaping to his feet, he exclaimed :

" Saddle your mustang, quickly ! We must leave some token here for the boys, if they come in to-morrow, as they ought to, and then start in pursuit. Linked in, as we are, with Eobison, no question of odds can, for a moment, allow us to think of deserting him and his daughter. We can follow close on them, Hawkins can hurry his men along our trail, and we may be able to attack them before they reach their village."

'.' It ain't no use to get in a flurry. My animal won't be fit to start for a couple of hours yet, and I always Avas in favor of taking things cool. Saddle your horse though, get your traps ready, leave your signal ; and when you're in the saddle, I guess Jack Howell won't keep you too long awaiting."

As they could not start V (several hours, all their preparations were made with deliberation. Their saddles were

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first examined, every strap and thong undergoing a close scrutiny Next their arms were inspected, and those things which might be necessary to them while following the trail, were hrought out from the cabin. A moderate supply of provl.-ii-i^, prepared to keep, a canteen for water, a small (Iask of liquor, a rifle, a pistol, a blanket, and a huntingkr.ife comprised the equipment of each. With these, and a suiilcicnt stock of ammunition, the hardy hunters and <:\"|pers would willingly strike out upon the surface of the v i\>:.\l prairie, or into the deep recesses of the rugged .neiuntains, though stirred only by the prospect of a small oecuniary compensation. Having these, the reader may mppose that the two would hardly hesitate as to the course which they were to pursue, when urged on by a strong friendship and a stern sense of duty — and, with one of the two, a still tenderer sentiment.

Howell led the horses out of the thicket, and stood waiting for his companion.

" Come on, Archer ! We mustn't lose too much time, or the scent '11 lay cold. The black rascals has got a good stait on us now, an' the sooner we wipe that out the surer we'll be about our job."

" Wait a little," was the reply. " We must leave a note here for Ned and his party, telling him what is up, and what we intend. The Crows, too, if they make any pursuit, will doubtless send a runner here, so that it will be well to show them the direction in which they can find us."

" Yer right about that last, though I didn't think of it afore. As fur Ned, what'll ye bet he won't be on the trail, and closer up than us by to-morrow mornin' ? "

With the touch of a good amateur artist, Charles Archer — or Waving Plume, as he had been named, from the feather tbat, through storm or shine, floated from his sombrerc — was busily engaged sketching on the rough door of the little house ; and the bit of charcoal was sufficient to convey a rude, but significant hint to the eyes of any beholder. A

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pair of feet, as black as soft coal could make them, and an arrow pointing in a northward direction.

Simple as this appeared, yet it was abundantly sufficient for the purpose. The Crows, if they saw it, would understand, at a glance, that the trappers were not only aware of the presence of the Bkickfeet, but had also gone in pursuit. In fact this idea struck Howell rather forcibly, for he remarked:

" There you are? If Ned comes in, he can understand that without any spectacles at all, and so kin the Injuns, if they come to get our help, which they couldn't if it was writin' "

Chapter II. The Stratagem Of The Trappers

With the privilege of the romancer, let us transfer the reader to a spot some thirty miles distant from the locality mentioned in the preceding chapter. It is a beautiful [dace. On the west, the mountain ; on the east and south, the plains ; on the north, a spur of hills running out from the original chain. Here vegetation flourished, and the sweet breath of nature was fresh and dewy. Trees and flowers, and green grass, and sparkling streams, greeted the eye, and the soft undertone of winds and waters, so like to silence itself, rang soothingly in the ear- Hard by a spring of clear water, which bubbled out from under the huge trunk of a fallen tree, a small body of men were encamped around the smouldering embers of the last-dying fire, on which they had prepared their evening meal. That duty having been disposed of, and their horses seen to, they were, after the manner of their class, engaged in a talk. The subject, too, which claimed their attention, was one of more importance than mere calculations as to peltries, or the ordinary run of camp-fire stories.

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" I tell you,'' said one, the youngest, apparently, of the company — " I tell you that's the trail of a party of Blaekfeet, on the war-path. You kin see that with half an eye. That feather come out of the top-knot of a chief, with his battle fixins on. That track's deep, and cut up enough to show a large band, even if it is narrer. So I tell yer, Bill Stevens, as my idear, that we'd better be movin* toward head quarters, 'stead of loungin' about here to-night. I ain't afeard for ourselves, but it's a duty, an' Wavin' Flume an' Howell are alone in camp, and might get circumvented. They ain't up to all the Injin dodges yet, an' ef the red-skins get that 'ere cabin, there's all our pelts gone, slap."

" Bah ! '' contemptuously remarked the man addressed as Bill Stevens, "I ain't goin' to admit it's a war-party; but ef it war, I'd back Charley Arden's long head agin 'em all. I'll allow we'd better be gettin" out o' this, but the cabin ain't in no danger yet a while."

" I don't know," chimed in another. " It's nigh onto fifteen year since I first crossed this here region, and I calkerlate that I hem resembles Injins tracks, an' made by a crowd it 'ud be cussed onhandy fur us to meet. They're bent on mischief, an' we'd better outen the fire and make a clean break, fur we can't tell how many of 'em may be about."

" The Biting Fox is right," said a voice which seemed to come from their very midst.

Instantly the whole party leaped to their feet, and, with surprise pictured on their faces, gazed in the direction from which the voice proceeded. Eight by their fire stood a man, tall of stature, and apparently of the Crow nation. In full war-paint he stood, leaning on his rifle, and gazing intently upon the hunters.

" The Biting Fox is right, for the trail is of the Blackfeet. Their number is large, and their blood is warm, for they seek the scalps of the Crows. Three suns ago they passed here; to-night they will return — Antonio waits for them. The fair-haired daughter of the great white Medicine may be with them, and they will pass quickly; but the rifle is long, and the eyes of the young eagles are sharp. Will they wait for them ? "

" Yer right," shouted Biting Fox, springing to his feet. " They'll pass the Major's house, sure as death, an' ei Wavin' Plume an' his chummy ain't along here on tlieii trail, I'll never look through sights agin."

" The white men will need all help. The two braves may come, and the warriors of the great Crow tribe will press hard on behind them, for they are very brave."

" I know it — an' I know you, don't I? Ain't you the half-breed Antonio, who was along with Major Robisor the time when I met him in the Wind mountains, with s dozen Snake Injins arter him?"

" Biting Fox is a big brave. He killed them Shoshnees with a knife. Snake squaws tell it to their papooses, and the death-song is still in their wigwams," and the half-breed crossed ever and gravely shook the hand of the trapper.

The person whom we introduced as the first speaker had been viewing Antonio rather curiously for some time, and now, with a half-puzzled sort of tone, he asked :

"Look a here, I've got two questions to ask — how did that ar log git thar, an' how did you happen to be in it ? Ef you had a bin one of the sneakin' cusses as made that trail, you could a knocked both of us over before we cohM a knowed whar the shots come from."

" The Great Spirit placed the tree there — three suns ago I was here at the spring, when the dogs of the Burnt Stick came, and I crawled into the tree to hide from them. While they were at the spring I heard their plans, and to-night I waited for them to return. I was sleeping, but awoke at the sound of your talking."

This conversation, carried on by two of the party, reassured, as it was intended to do, the rest; and, satisfied

tli.it the half-breed was a man to l>e trusted, they were now ready to enter into a discussion as to what was to Le done. One of the first things to decide was as to the probable course which the Blackfect would pursue. Should they come by this route, would they be likely to have in their possession either the Major or his daughter ? If these questions were answered affirmatively, what was to be done?

The discussion was short but harmonious. Only one feeling was manifested — to attempt a rescue. Thus it was that Xed Hawkins — a sharp-witted and experienced hunter, who had command of the men — having spent some little time in thought, and some little more in conversation with Antonio, announced his determination.

Well knowing that the traces of their presence would not be so effectually obliterated as to deceive the vigilant eyes of the savages, he resolved upon trying the effect of a blind trail. This he did, not from fear of personal danger, but from the thought that though Robison and his daughter might be prisoners, yet it might bo so ordered that any immediate attempt at rescue would not be advisable. In this case the known immediate presence of white men — who would naturally be the friends of the prisoners, and ready to aid them in any attempt to escape — would cause the march to be hastened, and vigilance redoubled.