Christopher Carson, known as Kit Carson

Preface

It is a prominent object of this volume to bring to light the wild adventures of the pioneers of this continent, in the solitudes of the mountains, the prairies and \he forests ; often amidst hostile Indians, and faraway from the restraints and protection of civilization. This strange, weird-like life is rapidly passing away, before the progress of population, railroads and steamboats. But it is desirable that the memory of it should*^ not drift into oblivion. I think that almost every reader of this narrative will be somewhat surprised, in its development of the character of Christopher Carson. With energy and fearlessness never surpassed, he was certainly one of the most gentle, upright, and lovable of men. It is strange that the wilderness could have formed so estimable a character. America will not permit the virtues of so illustrious a son to be forgotten.

JOHN S. C. ABBOTT.

CHAPTER 1. Early Training

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Birth of Christopher Carson. — Perils of the Wilderness. — Necessary Cautions. — Romance of the Forest. — The Far West. — The Encampment. — The Cabin and the Fort. — Kit an Apprentice. — The Alarm. — Destruction of a Trading Band, — The Battle and the Flight. — Sufferings of the Fugitives.— Dreadful Fat- of Mr. Schenck.— Features of the Westcra Wilderness.— The March .9

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k. Surgical Operation. — A Winter with Kin Cade.— Stndy of the Languages and Geography. — Return towards Missouri.— Engagement with a new Company and Strange Adventures. — The Rattlesnake. — Anecdote of Kit Carson. — The Sahara. — New Engagements. — Trip to El Paso. — Trapping and Hunting. — Prairie Scenery. — The Trapper's Outfit — Night Encampment. — Testimony of an Amateur Hunter. • 89

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The Discomfited Trappers. — The New Party Organized. — ^A 1^ Battle with the Indians.— Trapping on the Colorado.— March to the Sacramento. — The Friendly Indians. — Cros»- ing the Desert. — Instinct of the Mule. — The Enchanting

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Valley of the Colorado. —The Mission of San J*briel. — Vast Heras of Cattle. — The Mission of San Fernando. — Adventures in the Valley of San Joaquin. — The Meeting of two Trapping Bands. — Reasons for Kit Carson's Celebrity. — A MiliUry Expedition. — The Indian Horse Thieves. — The Pursuit and Capture 51

CHAPTER IV.

Conflicts with the Ifidians.

The American Trapper. — The Trapper of the Hudson's Bay Company. — The Return Trip. — Polished Life in the Wilderness. — The Spanish Gentlemen. — Council of the Trappers. — Self-possession of Kit Carson. — The Camp Cleared of Intruders. — Robbing the Robbers. — Sale of the Furs. — Mr. Fitzpatrick's Expedition. — Pains and Pleasures ol Rocky Mountain Life. — Pursuit of Indian Horse Thieves.— Extraordinary Battle 72

CHAPTER V

Marches and Encampments,

The Encampment Among the Rocky Mountains. — The Attempted Stampede. — Retreat and Pursuit by the Savages.— The Alarm. — Loss of the Horses. — Their Recovery. — Enterprise of Kit Carson. — Fight with the Indians. — The Littcrf for the Wounded. — Union of the two Trapping Parties. — Successful Return to Tos. — Carson joins a Trading Party. — Chivalric Adventures. — Attacked by Bears. . 94

CHAPTER VI.

Tfu Rendezvous,

Fair in the Wilderness. — The Encampment. — Dispersion of the Trappers. — Hostility of the Blackfeet. — Camp on the Big Snake River. — The Blackfeet Marauders. — The Pursuit. — The Calumet.— The Battle.— Kit Carson wounded. -The

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Rencontre with Shunan. — The Defeat and Himiliation jf Shunan. — Remarkable Modesty of Carson. — Testimony to Mc Carson's Virtues , ISl

CHAPTER VII iJnsuccessful Trapping. — Disastrous March to Fort Hall. — The Feast upon Horse-flesh. — The Hunting Expedition, — It» Rare Attractions. — Dogged by the Blackfeet. — Safe Arrival at the Fort. — All their Animals Stolen by the Indians.— Expedition to the Blackfeet Country. — Winter Quarters with the Friendly Indians. — Sufferings of the Animals. — Return to the Blackfeet Country. — Battle with the Indians. — Incidents of the Battle 141

CHAPTER VIII.

Encampments and Battles.

The Renewal of the Battle.— Peculiarities of the Fight.— The ^ Rout. — Encampment in the Indian Village. — Number of Trappers among the Mountains. — The New Rendezvous. — Picturesque Scene of the Encampment. — The Missionary and the Nobleman. — Brown's Hole. — The Navajoes. — Kit Carson Purveyor at the Fort. — Trapping at the Black Hills. — Again upon the Yellowstone. — Pleasant Winter Quarters. — Signs of the Indians. — Severe Conflict. — Reappearance of the Indians. — Their utter Discomfiture. . . . i6c

CHAPTER IX.

The Trappers Elysium.

Trapping on the Missouri. — Attacked by the Blackfeet. — The Battle. — Persevering Hostility of the Indians. — The Trappers driven from the Country. — Repair to the North Fork.— Cheerful Encampments. — Enchanting Scene. — Village of the Flatheads. — The Blessings of Peace. — Carson's Knowledge of Languages. — Pleasant Winter Quarters on the Big n?

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Snake Kiver.-Successful Trapping.-W inter at BroAn's Holr.-Tripto Fort Bent.-Peculiar Characters.-Wilhams and MitcheL-IIunter at Fort Bent.-Marriage.-Visit to the States

CHAPTER X.

Fremonfs Expedition.

Caison's Visit to his Childhood'? Home.-On the Steamer.-Introduction to Frcmont.-Object of Fremont's Expedrtion.- Toins the Expedition.-Organization of the Party.-The Encampment-Enchanting View. -Fording the Kansas.- The Stormy Night.— The Boys on Guard.— The Alarm.— The Returning Trappers.-The Homeless Adventurer.- Thrce Indians ioin the Party.-First sight of the Bufifalocs. —The Chase. .... . . . ^97

CHAPTER XI.

The Returfi of the Expedition,

Beautiful Prairie Scene.-Fate of the Luiialo Calf.-Vast Buffalo Herds.— The Fourth of July on the Plains.— Journey up the South Fork of the Platte.— Visit to Fort St. Vrain.- Remonr.trance of the Chiefs.— Second Marriage of Mr. Catson.— New Engagements.— Perilous Ride to Santa Fe.— The Successful Mission.— The Noble Mexican Boy.— Confiict with the Savages.— Discomfiture of the Indians.— Fremont's Second Expedition.— Carson joins the Party.— Course of the Expedition.— Arrival at the Great Salt Lake. . tl?

CHAPTER XII.

Marches and Battles.

Entering the Lake.— Dangerous Navigation.— The Return to Camp.— Feast upon Horse Flesh.— Meeting the Indians.— JoyfU Meeting.— Return to Fort Hall.— Feasting at the Fort.— The Party Diminished.— The Journey down Snake

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Riyer. — Crossing the Sierra Nevada. — Caison Rescues Fremont. — Fort Sutter. — Heroic A Jiievement of Carson. — Disbanding the Party. — The third Expedition. — Crossing the Desert. — Threatened by the Mexicans. — Fight with the Indians. — The Surprise. — Chastisement of the Indians. . 736

CHAPTER XIII.

The Dispatch Bearer.

Cclonel Fremont. — Hazardous Undertaking of Kit Carson.— Carson's Courage and Prudence. — Threatened Danger.— Interview with General Kearney, and Results. — Severe Skirmish. — Wonderful Escape of Carson. — Daring Adventure. — Fearful Suffering ^ Lieutenant Beale. — Carson's Journey to Washington. — A ^ventures on his Return. . 2%%

CHAPTER XIV.

Thi Chivalry of the Wilderness.

Injustice of the Government. — Heroic Resolve of Mr. Carson.— Indian Outrages. — The valley of Razado. — Barbaric Murders by Apaches. — An Exciting Chase. — An Attractive Picture. — Plot of Fox Overthrown. — Gift of Messrs. Brevoort and Weatherhead. — Adventure with the Cheyennes. . . 272

CHAPTER XV.

Recollections of Mountain Life.

<Iharacter of the Native Indian. — The Caravan. — Interesting Incident. — Effects of Cholera. — Commission of Joe Smith. — Smow on the Mountains. — Government Appointment. — Adventure with three Bears. — Journey to Los Angelos. — Mt, St. Bernardino. — The Spring. — Character of Men. — Insubordination Quelled. — Suffering for Water and Relief. — A Talk with Indians. . . .... 286

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Recollections of Mountain Life,

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Position of 1 le Spring.— The Cache.— Kit Carson's Char*ctei and Appearance. — Cool Bravery of a Mountain Trapper. — Untamed Character of Many Hunters. — The Surveyor's Camp in an Indian Territory. — Terrors from Indians. — Joe Walker. — A Mountain Man. — Soda Lake. — Optical Illusion.— Camp on Beaver Lake.— The Piyute Chief.— Conver sation with Him. — An Alarm. — A Battle 306

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Frontier Desperadoes and Savage Ferocity,

Original Friendliness of the Indians. — The River Pirates, Colbert and Magilbray. — Capture of Beausoliel. — His Rescue by the Negro Cacasotte. — The Cave in the Rock. — The Robber Mason. — His Assassination. — Fate of the Assassins. — Hostility of the Apaches. — Expedition of Lieutenant Davidson. — Carson's Testimony in his Favor. — Flight of the Apaches. 329

CHAPTER XVIII.

The Last Days of Kit Carson,

The Hunting Party. — Profits of Sheep Raising. — Governmental Appointment. — Carson's Talk with the Apaches. — His Home in Taos. — His Character. — Death of Christopher Oarson. ?3?

CHAPTER XIX.

The Last Hours of Kit Carson,

Christopher Carson.

CHAPTER I.

Early Training.

Birth of Christopher Carson. — Perils of the Wilderness. — Necessary Cautions. — Romance of the Forest. — The Far West. — The Encampment. — The Cabin and the Fort. — Kit an Apprentice. — The Alarm. — Destruction of a Trading Band. — The Battle and the Flight. — Sufferings of the Fugitives. — Dreadful Fate of Mr. Schenck. — Features of the Western Wilderness. — The March.

Christopher Carson, whose renown as Kit Carson has reached almost every ear in the country was born in Madison county, Kentucky, on the 24th of December, 1809. Large portions of Kentucky then consisted ol an almost pathless wilderness, with magnificent forest!*, free from underbrush, alive with game, and with luxuriant meadows along the rivei banks, inviting the settler's cabin and the plough.

There were then many Indians traversing those 9irilds. The fearless emigrants, who ventured to rcaf

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their huts in such solitudes, found it necessary ever to be prepared for an attack.

But very little reliance could be placed even in the friendly protestations of the vagabond savages, ever prowling about, and almost as devoid of intelHgence or conscience, as the wolves which at midnight were heard howling around the settler's door. The / family of Mr. Carson occupied a log cabin, which was bullet-proof, with portholes through which their rifles could command every appro ich. Women and children were alike taught the use of the rifle, that in case of an attack by any blood-thirsty gang, the whole family might resolve itself into a military garrison. Not a tree or stump was left, within musket shot of the house, behind which an Indian could secrete himself.

Almost of necessity, under these circumstances, any bright, active boy would become a skilful marksman. A small garden was cultivated where corn, beans and a few other vegetables were raised, but the main subsistence of the family consisted of the game with which forest, meadow and lake were stored. The settler usually reared his cabin upon the banks of some stream ahve with fishes. There were no schools to take up the time of the boys ; no books to read. Wild geese, ducks and other water fowl, sported upon the bosom of the river or the

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lake, whose waters no paddle wheel or even keel disturbed. Wild turkeys, quails, and pigeons at times, swept the air like clouds. And then there was the intense excitement of occationally bringing down a deer, and even of shooting a ferocious grizzly bear or wolf or catamount. The romance of the sea creates a Robinson Crusoe. The still greater romance of the forest creates a Kit Carson. It often makes even an old man's blood thrill in his veins, to contemplate the wild and wondrous adventures, which this majestic continent opened to the pioneers of half a century ago.

Gradually, in Kentucky, the Indians disappeared, either dying off, or pursuing their game in the unexplored realms nearer the setting sun. Emigrants, from the East, in large numbers entered the State, Game, both in forest and meadow, became scarce ; and the father of Kit Carson, finding settlers crowding him, actually rearing their huts within two or three miles of his cabin, abandoned his home to find more room in the still more distant West.

Christopher was then the youngest child, a babe but one year old. The wilderness, west of them, was almost unexplored. But Mr. Carson, at his blazing fireside, had heard from the Indians, and occasionally from some adventurous white hunter, glowing ac counts of the magnificent prairies, rivers, lakes and forests of the far West, reposing in the solitude and the silence which had reigned there since the dawn of the creation.

There were no roads through the wilderness. The guide of the emigrants was the setting sun. Occasionally they could take advantage of some Indian trail, trodden hard by the moccasined feet of the savages, in single file, through countless generations. Through such a country, the father of Kit Carson commenced a journey of several hundred miles, with his wife and three or four children, Kit being an infant in arms. Unfortunately we are not informed of any of the particulars of this journey. But we know, from numerous other cases, what was its general character.

It must have occupied two or three weeks. All the family went on foot, making about fifteen miles a day. They probably had two pack horses, laden with pots and kettles, and a few other essential household and farming utensils. Early in the afternoon Mr. Carson would begin to look about for a suitable place of encampment for the night. He would find, if possible, the picturesque banks of some running stream, where there was grass for his horses, and a forest growth to furnish him with wood for his cabin and for fire. If the weather were pleasant, with the prospect of a serene and cloudless night, a very slight protection would be reared, and the weary family, with a buffalo robe spread on the soft grass for a blanket, would sleep far more sweetly in the open air, than most millionaires sleep in tapestried halls and upon beds of down.

If clouds were gathering and menacing winds were wailing through the tree-tops, the vigorous aim of Mr. Carson, with his sharp axe, would, in an hour, rear a camp which could bid defiance to any ordinary storm. The roof would be so thatched, with bark and long grass, as to be quite impenetrable by the rain. Buffalo robes, and a few of the soft and fragrant branches of the hemlock tree, would create a couch which a prince might envy. Perhaps, as they came along, they had shot a turkey or a brace of ducks, or a deer, from whose fat haunches they have cut the tenderest venison. Any one could step out with his rifie and soon return with a supper.

While Mr. Carson, with his eldest son, was building the camp, the eldest girl would hold the baby, and Mrs. Carson would cook such a repast cf dainty viands, as, when we consider the appetites, Delmonico never furnished. It was life in the **Adirondacks,'* with the additional advantage that those who were enjoying it, were inured to fatigue, and could have no sense of discomfort, from the absence of conveniences to which they were accustomed.

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If in the darkness of midnight, the tempest rose and roared through the tree-tops, with crushing thunder, and floods of rain, the family was lulled to sounder sleep by these requiems of nature, or awoke ♦:o enjoy the sublimity of the scene, whose grandeur fhose in lowly life are often able fully to appreciate, though they may not have language with which to express their emotions.

The family crossed the Mississippi river, we know not how, perhaps in the birch canoe of some friendly Indian, perhaps on a raft, swimming the horses. They then continued their journey two hundred miles farther west, till they reached a spot far enough from neighbors and from civilization to suit the taste even of Mr. Carson. This was at the close of the year 1810. There was no State or even Territory of Missouri then. But seven years before, in 1803, France had ceded to the United States the vast unexplored regions, whose boundaries even, were scarcely defined, but which were then called Upper Louisiana.

Here Mr. Carson seems to have reached a very congenial home. He found, scattered through the wilderness, a few white people, trappers, hunters, wanderers who had preceded him. The Indians, in numerous bands, as hunters and as warriors, were roving these wilds. They could not be relied upon, whatever their friendly professions. Any wr>ng which they might receive from any individual white man, their peculiar code of morals told them they might rightly attempt to redress by wreaking theif vengeance upon any pale face, however innocent he might be. Thus hundreds of Indian warriors might, at any time, come swooping down upon Mr. Carson's cabin, laying it in ashes, and burying their tomahawks in the brains of his family.

The few white men, some half a dozen in number, who had gathered around Mr. Carson, deemed it expedient for self-defence to unite and build a large log cabin, wnich should be to them both a house and a fort. This building of logs, quite long and but one story high, was pierced, at several points, with portholes, through which the muzzles of the rifles could be thrust. As an additional precaution they surrounded this house with palisades, consisting of sticks of timber, six or eight inches in diameter, and about ten feet high, planted as closely as possible together. These palisades were also pierced with portholes.

With a practiced eye, these men had selected a very beautiful spot for their habitation, in what is now called Howard county, Missouri, just north of the Missouri river. It seems that they had much to fear from the Indians. There were at this time, frequent wars with them, in the more eastern por l6 CHKiSTOPHER CARSON.

tions of the continent, and the rumors of these con flicts reached the ears of all the roving tribes, and greatly excited them. It became necessary for the settlers to go upon their hunting excursions with much caution.

As the months passed rapidly away, other persori.8 one after another, came to their fort. They were glad to find a safe retreat there, and were welcomed as giving additional strength to the little garrison Game began to be scarce around their lonely habitation, for the crack of the rifle was almost incessantly heard there. It thus became necessar}' to resort more generally to farming, especially to raising large fields of corn, whose golden ears could easily be converted into pork and into bread. With these two articles of food, cornbread and bacon, hfe could be hilarious on the frontier. Keenness of appetite supplied the want of all other delicacies.

When they went to the cornfield to work, they first made a careful exploration of the region around, to see if there were any lurking savages near. Then with their guns ever ready to be grasped, and keep. ing a close lookout for signs of danger, they ploughed and sowed and gathered in their harvest.

Thus fifteen years passed away. Civilization made gradual encroachments. Quite a little clustei of log huts was reared in the vicinity, where the

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inmates in case of necessity could flee to the foit foi protection. Christopher, at fifteen years of age, was an unlettered boy, small in stature, but very fond of Uie solitude cf the forest, and quite renowned as a niarksman. He was amiable in disposition, gentle ill his manners, and in all respects a good boy. He had a strong character. Whatever he undertook, he quietly and without any boasting performed. With sound judgment, and endowed with singular strength and elasticity, he was even then deemed equal to any man in all the requirements of frontier Hfe.

At a short distance from the fort there was a saddler, and Mr. Carson, with the advice of friends, decided to apprentice his son, now called Kit, to learn that trade. The boy remained in this employment for two weary years. Though faithful to every duty, and gaining the respect and confidence of his employer, the work was uncongenial to him. He longed for the freedom of the wilderness ; for the sublime scenes of nature, to which such a life would introduce him ; for the exciting chase of the buffalo, and the lucrative pursuits of the trapper, floating on distant streams in the birch canoe, and loading hia bark with rich furs, which ever commanded a ready sale.

All these little settlements were clustered around some protecting fort. A man, who was broug'it uf in the remcie West, furnishes the following intei eating incident in his own personal experience. It gives a very graphic description of the alarms to which these pioneers were exposed :

" TJie fort to which my father belonged was threequarters of a mile from his farm. But when this fort went to decay and was unfit for use, a new one was built near our own house. I well remember, when a little boy, the family were sometimes waked up in the dead of night by an express, with the report that the Indians were at hand. The express came softly to the door and by a gentle tapping raised the family. This was easily done, as an habitual fear made us ever watchful, and sensible to the slightest alarm. The whole family were instantly in motion.

" My father seized his gun and other implements of war. My mother waked up and dressed the children as well as she could. Being myself the oldest of the children, I had to take my share of the boirdens to be carried to the fort. There was no possibility of getting a horse in the night to aid us. Besides the little children we caught up such articles of clothing and provisions as we could get hold of in the dark, for we durst not light a candle or even stir the fire. All this was done with the utmost dispatch and in the silence of death. The great*

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est care was taken not to awaken the youngest child.

"' To the rest it was enough to say Indian, and not a whisper was heard afterward. Thus it often happened that the whole number belonging to a fort, who were in the evening at their homes, were all in their little fortress before the dawn of the next morning. In the course of the next day their household furniture was brought in by men under arms. Some families belonging to each fort were much less under the influence of fear than others. These often, after an alarm had subsided, in spite of every remonstrance, would remove home, while their more prudent neighbors remained in the fort. Such families were denominated fool-hardy^ and gave no small amount of trouble by creating such frequent necessities of sending runners to warn them of their danger, and sometimes parties of our men to protect them during their removal."

While Kit Carson was impatiently at work on the bench of the harness-maker, feeding his soul with the stories, often greatly exaggerated, ©f the wonders of scenes and adventures to be encountered in the boundless West, a party of traders came along, who were on the route for Santa Fe. This city, renowned in the annals of the West, was the capital of the Spanish province of New Mexico- It

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was situated more than a thousand miles from Missouri, and contained a mongrel population of about three thousand souls. Goods from the States could tjc readily sole' there at a profit of one or two hundred per cent. Cotton cloth brought three dollars a ynrd.

Captain Pike, upon his return from his exploring tour, brought back quite glowing accounts of Santa Fe and its surroundings. It was a long and perilous journey from Missouri. The party was all strongly armed, with their goods borne in packs upon mule? and horses. They expected to live almost entirely upon the game they could shoot by the way. Kit, purely from the love of adventure, applied to join them. Gladly was he received. Though but a boy of eighteen, his stable character, his vigorous strength, and his training in all the mysteries of frontier life, rendered him an invaluable acquisition.

The perils to which they were exposed may be inferred from the fate which some traders encountered soon after Kit Carson's party had accomplished the journey. There were twelve traders returning from Santa Fe. To avoid the Indians they took an extreme southern route. Day after day they toiled along, encountering no savages. It was December, and in that climate mild and serene A caravan of

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twenty horses or mules travelling in single file, leaves a trail behind which can easily be followed.

Our adventurers were on a treeless prairie, an ocean of land, where nothing obstructed the view to the remote horizon. One beautiful morning, just after they had taken their breakfast and resumed their march, they perceived, not a little to their alarm, some moving object far in the distance behind. It soon resolved itself into a band of several hundred Indians, well mounted, painted and decorated in the highest style of barbaric art. They were thoroughly armed with their deadly bows and arrows and spears. It was indeed an imposing spectacle as these savage waniors on their fleet steeds, with their long hair and pennons streaming in the wind, came down upon them.

1 he little caravan halted and prepared for defence. There were twelve bold hearts to encounter several hundred foes on the open prairie. They knew that the main object of the Indians would be to seize the horses and mules and effect a stampede with their treasure. This being accomplished they would torture and murder the traders in mere wantonness. The savages had a very salutary caution of rifles which could throw a bullet twice as far as the strongest bow and the most sinewy arm could «peed an arrow.

With the swoop of the whirhvind they ap^ preached until they came within gun-shot distance, when they as suddenly stopped. Each trader had fastened his horse or mule with a rope and an iron pin two feet long driven firmly into the ground. They knew that if they were captured a cruel death awaited them. They therefore prepared to sell their lives as dearly as possible. There was no trunk or tree, or stone behind which either party could hide The open prairie covered with grass was smooth as a floor.

For a short time both bands stood looking at each other. The traders in a small group had every man his rifle. Had the Indians in their resistless strength come rushing simultaneously up>n them they could easily have been trampled into the dust. But it was equally certain that twelve bullets, with unerring aim, would have pierced the hearts of twelve of their warriors. The Indians were very chary of their own lives. They were never ready for a fight in the open field, however great might be the odds in their favor.

The savages having halted and conferred together, endeavored to assume a friendly attitude. With a great show of brotherly feeling they cautiously approached one by one. The traders not wishing to commence the conflict, began to move on, leading their animals and with their rifles cocked, watching every movement of the intruders. The mounted Indians followed along, quite surrounding with their iarge numbers the little band of white men.

Two of the mules lagged a little behind. One m two of the bolder of the savages made a dash at them and shot dead a man by the name of Pratt, who had them in charge. It was the signal of battle. A shower of arrows fell upon the traders, another man dropped dead, and an arrow buried its head in the thigh of another. Several of the Indians also fell. But the savages manifested a great dtead of the rifle; and though they were forty t' one against the white men, they retreated to a safe distance. As they felt sure of their victims, they did not wish to peril their own Hves.

The traders hastily took the packs from the mules and piled them around for a barricade. The Indians were very wary. But by entirely surrounding the little fort and creeping through the long grass they succeeded in a few hours in shooting every one of the mules and horses of the traders. The savages kept up an incessant howling, and thirty-six dreadful hours thus passed away. It seemed but a prolongation of death's agonies. Hunger and thirst would ere long destroy them, even though they should escape the arrow and the tomahawk. It was not deemed wise to expend a single charge of powdei of a bullet, unless sure of their aim. And the Indiana crept so near, prostrated in the long grass, that net a head could be raised above the frail ramparts with^ out encountering the whiz of arrows.

The day passed away. Night came and went. Another day dawned, and the hours lingered slowly along, while the traders lay flat upon the ground, cramped in their narrow limits, awaiting apparently the sure approach of death.

The night was dark, dense clouds obscuring the sky. The Indians themselves had become somewhat weary, and deeming it imipossible for their victims to escape and feeling sure of the booty, which could by no possibility be removed, relaxed their watchfulness. As any death was preferable to captivity and torture by the Indians, the traders resolved, in the gloom of midnight to attempt an escape, though the chances were a hundred to one that they would be almost buried beneath the arrows of the howling savages.