 11. The Life and Adventures of James P. Beckworth, Mountaineer, Scout, and Pioneer, and Chief of the Crow Nation of Indians, written from his own dictation by T. D. Bonner. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. After we had rested we departed for Snake River, making the Blackfoot Buttes on our way in order to pass through the Buffalo Region. I received a severe lecture from Mr. Sublett for my rashness while at the trading post. The second day of our march, one of our men, while fishing, detected a party of Blackfeet in the act of stealing our horses in the open day. But for the man they would have succeeded in making off with a great number. The alarm was given and we mounted and gave immediate chase. The Indians were forty-four a number and on foot, therefore they became an easy prey. We ran them into a thicket of dry bush which we surrounded and then fired in several places. It was quite dry and there being a good breeze at the time, it burned like chaff. This, driving the Indians out as fast as they made their appearance, we shot them with our rifles. Every one of them was killed. Those who escaped our bullets were consumed in the fire and as they were all more or less roasted, we took no scalps. None of our party were hurt except one who was wounded by one of our men. On the third day we found Buffalo and killed great numbers of them by a surround. At this place we lost six horses, three of them belonging to myself, two to a Swiss and one to Baptiste. Not relishing the idea of losing them, for they were splendid animals and seeing no signs of Indians, I in the Swiss started along the backtrack in pursuit with the understanding that we would rejoin our company at the Buttes. We followed them to the last place of rendezvous. Their tracks were fresh and plain, but we could gain no sight of our horses. We then gave up the chase and encamped in a thicket. In the morning we started to return and had not proceeded far when, hearing a noise in our rear, I looked round and saw between two and three hundred Indians within a few hundred yards of us. They soon discovered us and from there not making immediate pursuit, I inferred that they mistook us for two of their own party. However, they soon gave chase. They being also on foot, I said to my companion, now we have as good a chance of escaping as they have of overtaking us. The Swiss, named Alexander, said, it is of no use for me to try to get away. I cannot run. Save yourself and never mind me. No, I replied, I will not leave you. Run as fast as you can until you reach the creek. There you can secrete yourself, for they will pursue me. He followed my advice and saved himself. I crossed the stream and when I again appeared in sight of the Indians, I was on the summit of a small hill two miles in advance. Giving a general yell, they came in pursuit of me. On I ran, not daring to indulge the hope that they would give up the chase, for some of the Indians are great runners and would rather die than incur the ridicule of their brethren. On, on we tore. I to save my scalp and my pursuers to win it. At length, I reached the buttes where I had expected to find the camp. But to my inconceivable horror and dismay, my comrades were not there. They had found no water on their route, and had proceeded to the river 45 miles distant. My feelings at this disappointment transcended expression. A thousand ideas peopled my feverish brain at once. Home, friends, and my loved one presented themselves with one lightning flash. The Indians were close at my heels. Their bullets were whizzing past me. Their yells sounded painfully in my ears. And I could almost feel the knife making a circuit round my skull. On I bounded, however, following the road which our whole company had made. I was scorching with thirst, having tasted neither sup nor bite since we commenced the race. Still, on I went with the speed of an antelope. I kept safely in advance of the range of their bullets, when suddenly the glorious sight of the camp smoke caught my eye. My companions perceived me at a mile from the camp, as well as my pursuers. And mounting their horses to meet me soon turned the tables on my pursuers. It was now the Indians turned to be chased. They must have suffered as badly with thirst as I did. And our men cut them off from the river. Night had begun to close in under the protection of which the Indians escaped. Our men returned with only five scouts. According to the closest calculation, I ran that day 95 miles. My heels thus deprived the rascally Indians of their anticipated pleasure of dancing over my scalp. My limbs were so much swollen the next morning, that for two or three days ensuing it was with great difficulty I got about. My whole system was also in great pain. In a few days, however, I was as well as ever and ready to repay the Indians for their trouble. The third day after my escape, my companion Alec found his way into camp. He entered the lodge with dejection on his features. Oh, he exclaimed, I thank God for my escape. But the Indians have killed poor Jim. I saw his bones a few miles back. I will give anything I have if a party will go with me and bury him. The wolves have almost picked his bones, but it must be he. Poor poor Jim, gone at last. Ha, said someone present. Is Jim killed then? Poor fellow. Well Alec, let us go back and give him a Christian burial. He had seen a body nearly devoured on the way, most likely that of the wounded Indian who had chased me in his retreat from our camp. I came limping into the crowd at this moment and addressed him before he had perceived me. Hello Alec, are you safe? He looked at me for a moment in astonishment and then embraced me so tight that I thought he would suffocate me. He burst into a flood of tears, which for a time prevented his articulation. He looked at me again and again, as if in doubt of my identity. At length he said, Oh Jim, you are safe. And how did you escape? I made sure that you were killed and that the body I saw on the road was yours. Ah pisha, I stopped and shed tears on a confounded dead Indian's carcass. Alec stated that the enemy had passed within ten feet without perceiving him. That his gun was cocked and well primed. So that if he had been discovered, there would have been at least one red skin less to chase me. He had seen no Indians on his way to camp. I was satisfied that some, if not all, of my pursuers knew me. For they were black feet or they would not have taken such extraordinary pains to run me down. If they had succeeded in their endeavor, they would in subsequent years have saved their tribe many scouts. From this encampment, we moved on to Lewis's Fork on the Columbia River where we made a final halt to prepare for the fall trapping season. Some small parties getting tired of inaction would occasionally sally out to the small mountain streams, all of which contained plenty of beaver and would frequently come in with several skins. I prepared my traps one day, thinking to go out alone and see what my luck might be. I mounted my horse and on approaching a small stream, dismounted to take a careful survey to see if there were any signs of beaver. Carefully ascending the bank of the stream, I peered over and saw not a beaver, but an Indian. He had his robe spread on the grass and was engaged in freeing himself from vermin, with which all Indians abound. He had not seen nor heard me. His face was toward me, but inclined, and he was intently pursuing his occupation. Here, thought I, or a gun, a bow, a quiver full of arrows, a good robe, and a scalp. I fired my rifle. The Indian fell over without uttering a sound. I not only took his scalp, but his head. I tied two locks of his long hair together, hung his head on the horn of my saddle, and taking the spoils of the enemy, hurried back to camp. The next morning, our camp was invested by 2,500 warriors of the Blackfoot tribe. We had now something on our hands which demanded attention. We were encamped in the bend of a river in the horseshoe. Our lodges were pitched at the entrance, or narrowest part of the shoe, while our animals were driven back into the bend. The lodges, four deep, extended nearly across the land, forming a kind of barricade in front. Not a very safe one for the inmates, since, being covered with buffalo hides, they were penetrable to bullet and arrow. The Indians made a furious charge. We immediately placed the women and children in the rear, sending them down the bend where they were safe unless we were defeated. We suffered the Indians for a long time to act on the offensive. Being content with defending ourselves and the camp, I advised Captain Sublet to let them weary themselves with charging, by which time we would mount and charge them with greater prospect of victory. Whereas, should we tire ourselves while they were fresh, we should be overwhelmed by their numbers, and, if not defeated, inevitably lose a great many men. All the Mountaineers approved of my advice, and our plans were taken accordingly. They drove us from our first position twice, so that our lodges were between the contending ranks, but they never broke our lines. When they approached us very near, we resorted to our arrows, which all our half-breeds used as skillfully as the Indians. Finally, perceiving they began to tire, I went and ordered the women to saddle the horses in haste. A horse was soon ready for each man, four hundred and number. Taking one hundred and thirty men, I passed out through the timber, keeping near the river until we could all emerge and form a line to charge them, unobserved in the rear. While executing this diversion, the main body was to charge them in front. While defiling through the timber, we came suddenly upon ten Indians who were resting from the fight, and were sitting on the ground unconcernedly smoking their pipes. We killed nine of them, the tenth one making good his retreat. Our maneuver succeeded admirably. The Indians were unconscious of our approach in their rear until they began to fall from their horses. Then charging on their main body simultaneously with Captain Sublett's charge in front, their whole force was thrown into irretrievable confusion, and they fled without further resistance. We did not pursue them, feeling very well satisfied to have got rid of them as we had. They left one hundred and sixty seven dead on the field. Our loss was also very severe. Sixteen killed, mostly half-breeds, and fifty or sixty wounded. In this action, I received a wound in my left side, although I did not perceive it until the battle was over. As usual, there was a scout dance after the victory, in which I really feared that the fair sex would dance themselves to death. They had a crying spell afterward for the dead. After all, it was a victory rather dearly purchased. A few days after our battle, one of our old trappers named Le Bleu, who had spent twenty years in the mountains, came to me and telling me he knew of a small stream full of beaver, which ran into Louis' fork, about thirty miles from camp. Wished me to accompany him there. We, being free trappers at that time, the chance of obtaining a pack or two of beaver was rather a powerful incentive. Gain being my object, I readily acceded to his proposal. We put out from camp during the night and traveled up Louis' fork, leisurely discussing our prospects and confidently enumerating our unhatched chickens when suddenly a large party of Indians came in sight in our rear. The banks of the river we were traveling along were precipitous and rocky and skirted with a thick bush. We entered the bush without a moment's hesitation for the Indians advanced on us as soon as they had caught sight of us. Le Bleu had a small bell attached to his horse's neck which he took off and, creeping to a large bush, fastened it with the end of his lariat and returned holding the other end in his hand. This stratagem caused the Indians to expend a great amount of powder and shot in their effort to kill the bell for of course they supposed the bell indicated the position of ourselves. When they approached near enough to be seen through the bushes we fired one gun at a time always keeping the other loaded. When we fired the bell would ring as if the horse was started by the close proximity of the gun but the smoke would not rise in the right place. They continued to shoot at random into the bushes without injuring us or our faithful animals who were close by us but entirely concealed from the sight of the Indians. My companion filled his pipe and commenced smoking with as much saung-fra as if he had been in camp. This is the last smoke I expect to have between here and camp said he. What are we to do I inquired not feeling our position very secure in a brush fort manned with a company of two and beleaguered by scores of Blackfoot warriors. In an instant before I had time to think crack when his rifle and down came an Indian who more bold than the rest had approached too near to our garrison. Now said Leblou, bind your leggings and moccasins around your head. I did so while he obeyed the same order. Now follow me. Wondering what bold project he was about to execute I quietly obeyed him. He went noisily to the edge of the bluff looked narrowly up and down the river and then commenced to slide down the almost perpendicular bank I closely following him. We safely reached the river into which we dropped ourselves. We swam close under the bank for more than a mile until they discovered us. Now said my comrade strike across the stream and double quick time. We soon reached the opposite bank and found ourselves a good mile and a half ahead of the Indians. They commenced plunging into the river in pursuit but they were too late. We ran across the open ground until we reached a mountain where we could safely look back and laugh at our pursuers. We had lost our horses and guns while they had sacrificed six or eight of their warriors besides missing the two scalps they made so certain of getting hold of. I had thought myself a pretty good match for the Indians but I at once resigned all claims to merit. Le Bleu in addition to all the acquired wiles of the red man possessed his own superior art and cunning. He could be surrounded with no difficulties for which his inexhaustible brain could not devise some secure mode of escape. We arrived safe at camp before the first guard was relieved. The following morning we received a severe reprimand from Captain Sublet for exposing ourselves on so hazardous an adventure. As soon as the wounded were sufficiently recovered to be able to travel we moved down the river to the junction of Salt River with Guy's Fork about a mile from Snake River. The next day the captain resolved to pass up to Guy's Fork to a convenient camping ground where we were to spend the interval until it was time to separate into small parties and commence trapping and good earnest for the season. One day while moving leisurely along two men and myself proposed to the captain to proceed ahead of the main party to ascertain the best road to reconnoiter the various streams in short to make it a trip of discovery. We were to encamp one night and rejoin the main body the next morning. The captain consented but gave us strict caution to take good care of ourselves. Nothing of importance occurred that day but the next morning about sunrise we were all thunderstruck at being roused from our sleep by the discharge of guns close at hand. Two of us rose in an instant and gave the war hoop as a challenge for them to come on. Poor Cotton the third of our party was killed at the first fire. When they saw us arise rightful in hand they drew back whereas had they rushed on with their battle axes they could have killed us in an instant. One of our horses was also killed which with the body of our dead comrade we used for a breastwork throwing up at the same time all the dirt we could to protect ourselves as far as we were able. The Indians 500 in number showered their balls at us but being careful to keep it a safe distance they did us no damage for some time. At length my companion received a shot through the heel while carelessly throwing up his feet and crawling to get a sight at the Indians without exposing his body. I received some slight scratches but no injury that occasioned me any real inconvenience. Providence at last came to our relief. Our camp was moving along slowly shooting buffalo occasionally when some of the women hearing our guns ran to the captain exclaiming there is a fight hark hear the guns. He concluding that there was more distant fighting than is common in killing buffalo dispatch 60 men in all possible haste in the direction of the reports. We saw them as they appeared in sight on the brow of a hill not far distant and sent up a shout of triumph. The Indians also caught sight of them and immediately retreated leaving 17 warriors dead in front of our little fort whom we relieve of their scalps. We returned to camp after burying our companion whose body was literally riddled with bullets. The next day we made a very successful surround of buffalo killing great numbers of them. In the evening several of our friends the snakes came to us and told us their village was only five miles farther up wishing us to move up near them to open a trade. After curing our meat we moved on and encamped near the friendly snakes. We learned that there were 185 lodges of poo knocks encamped only two miles distant a discarded band of the snakes very bad Indians and very great thieves. Captain Sublett informed the snakes that if the poo knocks should steal any of his horses or anything belonging to his camp he would rub them all out and he wished the friendly snakes to tell them so. Two of our men and one of the snakes having strolled down to the poo knock lodges one evening they were set upon and the snake was killed and the two of our camp came home wounded. The morning volunteers were called to punish the poo knocks for their outrage. 250 immediately presented themselves at the call and our captain appointed Bridger leader of the troop. We started to inflict vengeance but when we arrived at the site of the village behold there was no village there. They had packed up and left immediately after the perpetration of the outrage. They fearing no doubt that ample vengeance would be taken upon them. We followed their trail 45 miles and came up with them on Green River seeing our approach they all made across to a small island in the river which shall we do now Jim inquired our leader. I will cross to the other side with one half the men I suggested and get abreast of the island. Their retreat will be thus cut off and we can exterminate them in their trap. Go said he I will take them if they attempt to make this shore. I was soon in position and the infallotting commenced and was continued until there was not one left of either sex or any age. We carried back 488 scouts and as we then supposed annihilated the poo knock band. On our return however we found six or eight of their squas who had been left behind in the fight whom we carried back and gave to the snakes. On informing the snakes of what had taken place they expressed great delight. Right they said poo knocks very bad Indians and they joined in the scalp dance. We afterward learned that the poo knocks when they fled from our vengeance had previously sent their old men and a great proportion of their women and children to the mountains at which we were greatly pleased as it spared the effusion of much unnecessary blood. They had a great medicine chief slain with the others on the island. His medicine was not good this time at least. We proceeded thence to a small creek called Blackfoot Creek in the heart of the Blackfoot country. It was always our custom before turning out our horses in the morning to send out spies to recon order around and see if any Indians were lurking about to steal them. When preparing to move one morning from the last named creek we sent out two men but they had not proceeded twenty yards from our corral before a dozen shots were fired at them by a party of Blackfeet bringing them from their horses severely wounded. In a moment the whole camp was in motion. The savages made a bold and desperate attempt to rush upon the wounded men and get their scouts but we were on the ground in time to prevent them and drove them back killing four of their number. The next day we were overtaken by the snakes who hearing of our skirmish expressed great regret that they were not present to have followed them and given them battle again. We seldom followed the Indians after having defeated them unless they had stolen our horses. It was our policy always to act on the defensive even to tribes that were known enemies. When the snakes were ready we all moved on together for the head of Green River. The Indians numbered six or seven thousand including women and children. Our number was nearly eight hundred altogether forming quite a formidable little army or more properly a moving city. The number of horses belonging to the whole camp was immense. We had no farther difficulty in reaching Green River where we remained six days. During this short stay our numberless horses exhausted the grass in our vicinity and it was imperative to change position. It was now early in September and it was time to break up our general encampment and spread in all directions as the hunting and trapping season was upon us. Before we formed our dispersing parties a number of the crows came to our camp and were rejoiced to see us again. The snakes and crows were extremely amicable. The crows were questioning the snakes about some scalps hanging on our lodge poles. They gave them the particulars of our encounter with the Blackfeet how valiantly we had fought them and how we had defeated them. The crows were highly gratified to see so many scalps taken from their old and inveterate foes. They wished to see the Braves who had fought so nobly. I was pointed out as the one who had taken the greatest number of scalps. They told them that they had seen me fight and that I was a very great brave. Upon this I became the object of the crow's admiration. They were very anxious to talk to me and to cultivate my acquaintance but I could speak very little of their language. One of our men named Greenwood whose wife was a crow could speak their language fluently. He and his wife were generally resorted to by the crows to afford full details of our recent victory. Greenwood becoming tired of so much questioning invented a fiction which greatly amused me for its ingenuity. He informed them that the white handle knife as the snakes called me was a crow. They all started in astonishment at this information and asked how that could be. Said Greenwood in reply, you know that so many winters ago the Cheyennes defeated the crows killing many hundreds of their warriors and carrying off a great many of their women and children. Yes we know it they all exclaimed. Well he was a little boy at that time and the whites bought him of the Cheyennes with whom he has stayed ever since. He has become a great brave among them and all your enemies fear him. On hearing this astonishing revelation they said that I must be given to them placing implicit faith in every word that they had heard. They hastened to their village to disseminate the joyful news that they had found one of their own people who had been taken by the Cheyennes when a barcarta child who had been sold to the whites and who had now become a great white chief with his lodgepole full of the scalps of the black feet who had fallen beneath his gun and battle axe. This excited a great commotion throughout their whole village. All the old women who remembered the defeat when the crows lost 2,000 warriors and a host of women and children with the ensuing captivity were wondering if the great brave was not their own child. Thereupon ensued the greatest anxiety to see me and claim me as a son. I did not say a word imputing the authenticity of Greenwood's romance. I was greatly edified at the inordinate gullibility of the red man and when they had gone to spread their tale of wonderment we had a hearty laugh at their expense. Our party now broke up. Detachments were formed and leaders chosen. We issued from the camp and started in all directions receiving instructions to return within a certain day. There were a great many fur trappers with us who hunted for their own profit and disposed of their peltry to the mountain traders. The trappers were accompanied by a certain number of hired men selected according to their individual preferences the strength of their party being regulated by the danger of the country they were going to. If a party was going to the Blackfoot country it needed to be numerous and well armed. If going among the crows or snakes where no danger was apprehended there would go few or many just as was agreed upon among themselves. But each party was in strict obedience to the will of its captain or leader. His word was supreme law. My party started for the crow country at which I was well content for being a supposed crow myself I expected to fare well among them. It seemed a relief also to be in a place where we could rest from our unsleeping vigilance and to feel when we rose in the morning there was some probability of our living till night. End of chapter 11. Chapter 12. The life and adventures of James P. Beckworth mountaineer scout and pioneer and chief of the Crow Nation of Indians written from his own dictation by T. D. Bonner. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. I now parted with very many of my friends for the last time. Most of the members of that large company now sleep in death. They're waking ears no longer to be filled with the death telling yell of the savage. The manly hearts that shrunk from no danger have ceased to beat. Their bones whiten in the gloomy fastness of the Rocky Mountains or molder on the ever-flowing prairies of the far west. A cloven skull is all that remains of my once gallant friends to tell the bloody death that they died and invoke vengeance on the merciless hand that struck them down in their ruddy youth. Here I parted from the boy Baptiste who had been my faithful companion so long. I never saw him again. The party that I started with consisted of 31 men. Most of them skillful trappers. Captain Bridger was in our party and commanded by Robert Campbell. We started for Powder River, a fork of the Yellowstone and arriving there without accident were soon busy in our occupation. A circumstance occurred in our encampment on this stream. Trivial in itself for trivial events sometimes determine the course of a man's life but which led to unexpected results. I had set my six traps overnight and on going to them the following morning I found four beavers but one of my traps was missing. I sawed it in every direction but without success and on my return to camp mentioned the mystery. Captain Bridger, a skillful hunter as ever lived in the mountains, offered to renew the search with me expressing confidence that the trap could be found. We searched diligently along the river in the bank for a considerable distance but the trap was among the missing. The float pole also was gone. A pole ten or twelve feet long and four inches thick. We at length gave it up as lost. The next morning the whole party moved farther up the river. To shorten our route Bridger and myself crossed the stream at the spot where I had set my missing trap. It was a buffalo crossing and there was a good trail worn in the banks so that we could easily cross with our horses. After passing and traveling on some two miles I discovered what I supposed to be a badger and we both made a rush for him. On closer inspection however it proved to be my beaver with trap, chain and float pole. It was apparent that some buffalo in crossing the river had become entangled in the chain and as we conceived had carried the trap on his shoulder with the beaver pendant on one side and the pole on the other. We inferred that he in some way got his head under the chain between the trap and the pole and in his endeavors to extricate himself had pushed his head through. The hump on his back would prevent it passing over his body in a way he would speed with his burden probably urged Ford by the four sharp teeth of the beaver which would doubtless object to his sudden equestrian or rather bovine journey. We killed the beaver and took his skin feeling much satisfaction at the solution of the mystery. When we arrived at camp we asked our companions to guess how and where we had found the trap. They all gave various guesses but failing to hit the truth gave up the attempt. Well gentlemen said I it was stolen stolen exclaimed a dozen voices at once yes it was stolen by a buffalo oh come now said one of the party what is the use of coming here and telling such a lie I saw in a moment that he was angry and in earnest and I replied if you deny that a buffalo stole my trap you tell the lie he rose and struck me a blow with his fist it was my turn now and the first pass I made brought my antagonist to the ground. On rising he sprang for his gun I assumed mine as quickly the bystanders rushed between us and seizing our weapons compelled us to discontinue our strife which would have infallibly resulted in the death of one. My opponent mounted his horse and left the camp I never saw him afterward I could have taken his expression in jest for we were very free in our sallies upon one another but in this particular instance I saw his intention was to insult me and I allowed my passion to overcome my reflection my companions counseled me to leave camp for a few days until the ill feeling should have subsided the same evening captain bridger and myself started out with our traps intending to be gone three or four days we followed up a small stream until it forked when bridger proposed that I should take one fork and he the other and the one who had set his traps first should cross the hill which separated the two streams and rejoin the other thus we parted expecting to meet again in a few hours I continued my course up the stream in pursuit of beaver villages until I found myself among an innumerable drove of horses and I could plainly see they were not wild ones the horses were guarded by several of their Indian owners or horse guards as they termed them who had discovered me long before I saw them I could hear their signals to each other and in a few moments I was surrounded by them and escape was impossible I resigned myself to my fate if they were enemies I knew they could kill me but once and to attempt to defend myself would entail inevitable death I took the chances between death and mercy I surrendered my gun traps and what else I had and was marched to camp under a strong escort of horse guards I felt very sure that my guards were crows therefore I did not feel greatly alarmed at my situation on arriving at their village I was ushered into the chief's lodge where there were several old men and women whom I conceived to be members of the family my capture was known throughout the village in five minutes and hundreds gathered around the lodge to get a sight of the prisoner in the crowd where some who had talked to Greenwood a few weeks before they at once exclaimed that is the lost crow the great brave who has killed so many of our enemies he is our brother this through the whole village into commotion old and young were impatient to obtain a sight of the great brave orders were immediately given to summon all the old women taken by the shy ands at the time of their captivity so many winters past who had suffered the loss of a son at that time the lodge was cleared for the examining committee and the old women breathless with excitement their eyes wild and protruding and their nostrils dilated arrived in squads until the lodge was filled to overflowing I believe never was mortal gazed at with such intense and sustained interest as I was on that occasion arms and legs were critically scrutinized my face next passed the ordeal then my neck back breast and all parts of my body even down to my feet which did not escape the examination of these anxious matrons and their endeavors to discover some mark or peculiarity whereby to recognize their brave son at length one old woman after having scanned my visage with the utmost intentness came forward and said if this is my son he has a mole over one of his eyes my eyelids were immediately pulled down to the utmost stretch of their elasticity when sure enough she discovered a mole just over my left eye then and oh then such shouts of joy as were uttered by that honest hearted woman were seldom before heard while all in the crowd took part in her rejoicing it was uncultivated joy but not the last heartfelt and intense it was a joy which a mother can only experience when she recovers a son whom she had supposed dead in his earliest days she has mourned him silently through weary nights and busy days for the long space of 20 years suddenly he presents himself before her in robust manhood and graced with the highest name an indian can appreciate it is but nature either in the savage breast or civilized that hails such a return with overwhelming joy and feels the mother's undying affection awakened beyond all control all the other claimants resigning their pretensions i was fairly carried along by the excited crowd to the lodge of the big bowl who was my father the news of my having proved to be the son of mrs big bowl flew through the village with the speed of lightning and on my arrival at the paternal lodge i found it filled with all degrees of my newly discovered relatives who welcomed me nearly to death they seized me in their arms and hug me and my face positively burned with the enraptured kisses of my numerous fair sisters with a long host of cousins aunts and other more remote kindred all these welcoming ladies as firmly believed in my identity with the lost one as they believed in the existence of the great spirit my father knew me to be his son told all the crows that the dead was alive again and the lost one was found he knew it was fact greenwood had said so and the words of greenwood were true his tongue was not crooked he would not lie he also had told him that his son was a great brave among the white men that his arm was strong that the black feet quailed before his rifle and battle axe that his lodge was full of their scalps which his knife had taken that they must rally around me to support and protect me and that his long lost son would be a strong breastwork to their nation and he would teach them how to defeat their enemies they all promised that they would do as his words had indicated my unmarried sisters were foreign number very pretty intelligent young women they as soon as the departure of the crowd would admit took off my old leggings and moccasins and other garments and supplied their place with new ones most beautifully ornamented according to their very last fashion my sisters were very ingenious in such work and they well nigh quarreled among themselves for the privilege of dressing me when my toilet was finished to their satisfaction i could compare an elegance with the most popular warrior of the tribe when in full costume they also prepared me a bed not so high as haimans gallows certainly but just as high as the lodge would admit this was also a token of their esteem and sisterly affection while conversing to the extent of my ability with my father in the evening and affording him full information respecting the white people their great cities their numbers their power their opulence he suddenly demanded of me if i wanted a wife thinking no doubt that if he got me married i should lose all discontent and forego any wish of returning to the whites i assented of course very well said he you shall have a pretty wife and a good one away he strode to the lodge of one of the greatest braves and asked one of his daughters of him to bestow upon his son who the chief must have heard was also a great brave the consent of the parent was readily given the name of my prospective father-in-law was black lodge he had three very pretty daughters whose names were still water blackfish and three roads even the untutored daughters of the wild woods need a little time to prepare for such an important event but long and tedious courtships are unknown among them the ensuing day the three daughters were brought to my father's lodge by their father and i was requested to take my choice still water was the eldest and i liked her name if it was emblematic of her disposition she was the woman i should prefer still water accordingly was my choice they were all superbly attired in garments which must have cost them months of labor which garments the young women ever keep in readiness against such an interesting occasion as the present the acceptance of my wife was the completion of the ceremony and i was again a married man as sacredly in their eyes as if the holy christian church had fastened the irrevocable knot upon us among the indians the daughter receives no patrimony on her wedding day and her mother and father never pass a word with the son-in-law after a custom religiously observed among them though for what reason i never learned the other relatives are under no such restraint my brothers made me a present of 20 as fine horses as any in the nation all trained war horses i was also presented with all the arms and instruments requisite for an indian campaign my wife's department coincided with her name she would have reflected honor upon many a civilized household she was affectionate obedient gentle cheerful and apparently quite happy no domestic thunderstorms no curtain lectures ever disturb the serenity of our cannubial lodge i speedily formed acquaintance with all my immediate neighbors and the morning star which was the name conferred upon me on my recognition as the lost son was soon a companion to all the young warriors in the village no power on earth could have shaken their faith in my positive identity with the lost son nature seemed to prompt the old woman to recognize me as her missing child and all my new relatives placed implicit faith in the genuineness of her discovery greenwood had spoken it and his tongue was not crooked what could i do under the circumstances even if i should deny micro origin they would not believe me how could i dash with an unwelcome and incredible explanation all the joy that had been manifested on my return the cordial welcome the rapturous embraces of those who hailed me as a son and a brother the exuberant joy of the whole nation for the return of a long lost crow who stolen when a child had returned in the strength of maturity graced with the name of a great brave and the generous strife i had occasion in their endeavors to accord me the warmest welcome i could not find it in my heart to undeceive these unsuspecting people and tear myself away from their untutored caresses thus i commenced my indian life with the crows i said to myself i can trap in their streams unmolested and derive more profit under their protection than if among my own men exposed incessantly to assassination and alarm i therefore resolved to abide with them to guard my secret to do my best in their company and in assisting them to subdue their enemies there was but one recollection troubled me and that was my lonely one in st louis my thoughts were constantly filled with her i knew my affection was reciprocated and that her fond heart beat alone for me that my promise was undoubtedly confided in and that prayers were daily offered for my safety thus distant in the mountains exposed to every peril repeatedly i would appoint a day for my return but some unexpected event would occur and thrust my resolution aside still i hoped for i had accumulated the means of wealth sufficient to render us comfortable through life a fortunate return was all i awaited to consummate my ardent anticipation of happiness and render me the most blessed of mortals before proceeding farther with my indian life i will conduct the reader back to our camp the evening succeeding to my disappearance from bridger he was on the hill crossing over to me as agreed upon when he saw me in the hands of the Indians being conducted to their village which was also in sight seeing clearly that he could oppose no resistance to my captors he made all speed to the camp and communicated the painful news of my death he had seen me in the charge of a whole host of shayans who were conducting me to camp there to sacrifice me in the most improved manner their savage propensities could suggest and then abandon themselves to a general rejoicing over the fall of a white man with the few men he had in camp it was hopeless to attempt to rescue for judging by the size of the village there must be a community of several thousand indians all were plunged in gloom all pronounced my funeral eulogy all my daring encounters were spoken of to my praise my fortunate escapes my repeated victories were applauded in memory of me the loss of their best hunter of their kind an ever-obliging friend was deeply deployed by all alas had it not been for that lamented quarrel they exclaimed he would still have been among us poor jim peace to his ashes bridger lamented that he had advised me to leave the camp and again that he had separated from me at the forks if we had kept together he murmured his fate might have been prevented for doubtless one of us would have seen the indians in time to have escaped thus as i was afterward informed by some of the party was my memory celebrated in that forlorn camp farther having conceived a deep disgust at that vicinity they moved their camp to the headwaters of the yellowstone leaving scores of beaver unmolested in the streams the faithful fellows little thought that while they were lamenting my untimely fall i was being hugged and kissed to death by a whole lodge full of near and dear crow relatives and then i was being welcomed with a public reception fully equal in intensity though not in extravagance to that accorded to the victor of waterloo on his triumphal entry into paris bridger had never supposed that the indians whom he saw leading me away were crows he being ignorant that he was so near their territory his impression was that these were shayans hence i was given up for dead and reported so to others my death was communicated to the rendezvous when the fall hunt was over and there was a general time of mourning in mountain style i say mountain style and contradistinction to the manner of civilized circles because with them when the death of a comrade is deplored his good deeds alone are celebrated his evil ones are interred with his bones modern politics have introduced the custom of perpetuating all that is derogatory to a man's fair fame and burying in deep oblivion all that was honorable and praiseworthy hence i say give me the mountaineer despite all the approprium that is cast upon his name for in him you have a man of chivalrous feeling ready to divide his last morsel with his distressed fellow i and to yield the last drop of his blood to defend the life of his friend end of chapter 12