CHAPTER VIII.

MATTHEW BRAYTON'S NARRATIVE.

Selkirk People -- Selkirk Trains -- Trading at St. Paul --

Return to the North.

With the dawn of day we again set forward on our journey, taking the

Red River trail towards St. Paul. The trip between the Selkirk

settlements and St. Paul occupies from thirty to forty days, and

passes through the battle ground of the Siouxs and Chippewas. Several

times we came on small parties of the Siouxs, but had no more than

short skirmishes with them, our numbers being too formidable for them

to attack us. About two days journey from the Selkirk settlements we

came to the settlement of Oshawkapee, inhabited by French and half

breeds. From this point we passed over a magnificent rolling country

interspersed with occasional woods and watered by several streams.

Whilst crossing this country we met the Red River settlement train

returning from their trading journey to St. Paul. The train was

composed of four or five hundred ox carts in single file, with drivers

on foot, or riding on the wagons, hunters and guards mounted on

ponies, and women and children riding with camp fixtures in covered

wagons.

The Selkirkers' wagons are of a peculiar kind, no iron being used in

any part of their construction. There is but one pair of wheels,

having felloes about six inches thick. There are about fourteen spokes

to a wheel, and these spokes are about three feet long. The linch

pins, axles, and in fact everything about the carts, are of wood, very

massive and cumbrous. No grease is used on the axles, so that an

incessant groaning and creaking is kept up. The body of the cart is

nothing but a frame work similar to the wood-racks used in the lower

country. Sometimes a tilt covering is used for the wagons that carry

the women and children. Each cart is drawn by one ox fastened to the

shafts by straps of raw hide. One man has charge of five wagons, a

strap passing from the tail of one wagon over the horns of the ox

drawing the wagon immediately following it. When the driver whips the

first ox it starts forward, and the oxen in the squad of carts

attached to the moving wagon have to start at the same time.

The drivers of these trains are mixed French Canadians, English,

Scotch, and half breeds. In most cases the women are Indians, and

these travel with the train to do the cooking and general work of the

camp. When they camp for the night they bring all the wagons into a

close circle with the shafts outwards. Immediately inside of this

circle each ox is tied to the cart to which it belongs, and within

this inner circle of cattle the ponies are picketed. The tents are

then pitched within the whole, sentinels placed, and the camp composed

to sleep.

Salutations were exchanged with the Selkirkers' train as we passed,

and our journey was again resumed. At length we arrived at our village

a short distance from St. Anthony, and here preparations were made for

staying one month, during which the trading was to be done.

In this time our furs and skins were taken down to St. Paul, and, by

means of our interpreter were traded for whiskey, powder, rifles,

provisions of various kinds, weapons, and such other articles as were

needed by us. During these tradings I practiced myself in speaking

English, and could soon talk so as to make myself understood. I had

some conversations with the settlers, and became more anxious to

discover the facts in relation to my supposed parentage. I determined

that as soon as I went back I would demand my history from the old

chief, and if I could obtain any trace from him, I would then

prosecute the search after my parents.

When the trading was over and the supplies brought back to the camp,

there was a grand feast given, and the camp became a scene of drunken

debauchery for several days. Whiskey was drunk in great quantities,

and many quarrels took place between the men. As they had taken the

precaution of putting away their weapons before the drinking began, no

one was killed in the quarrels.

At length our time was up, the Indians got over their debauch, and

every thing was made ready for the return trip. We were soon on our

way, and marching with our faces to the North.

The journey to our northern headquarters had no particular incident to

interest me, my mind being now full of the idea that I had white

relatives and friends, and that the savage life I had led for so many

years was not the one for which I was born. I longed to reach our

village once more, that I might question the old chief as to my

history. At last we reached the main body of our tribe. I was rejoiced

to meet my Tefronia and the children once more, but at the same time a

new feeling had entered my breast. I waited impatiently two or three

days until the rejoicings caused by our return should have passed

away, and then I sought out the venerable chief, O-wash-kah-ke-naw,

now over eighty years old, and begged him to tell me truly the secret

of my birth.

For some time the chief bade me go back to my lodge and be content

with what I already knew, but, finding that I was resolute in

discovering the facts, he told me to await a few days in patience, and

then he would give his decision. I returned to my lodge in much

agitation, for it was evident that the chief knew something that had

hitherto been concealed from me. I had been so long accustomed to

savage life that I remembered no other.

A council of the leading chiefs only, called on the following day,

which I rightly considered was to consult on the course to be pursued

in respect to my demand. At last I was summoned before the great chief

and a few leading warriors, and was instructed as to the course

allotted for me.

I was then informed that when a child I had been stolen from the

whites by a band of Canadian Indians who had by this course revenged

themselves on the whites for some real or fancied wrongs; that I had

passed through the hands of several tribes and had at last, as I

already knew, been sold by the Siouxs to the Snakes, and remained with

them until their union with the Copper Heads. The decision of the head

men of the tribe was that I should join the train about to set out for

the settlements, and should then proceed in company with a few picked

warriors, to visit the remnants of the tribes in whose possession I

had once been, in order to learn more of my former history. At the

same time I was sworn to return to the tribe within a year after I

left the train at St. Paul, and to ensure the fulfillment of this

condition, my wife and children were to be retained in the old chief's

family at the headquarters of the tribe. To these conditions I freely

consented, and waited eagerly for the day when I should set out on my

journey.

At last the day arrived and I took a farewell of my wife and children.

The thought of them checked a little my eagerness to set out, but at

length I left them, fully intending to return as soon as I could

discover something of my former history.

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