CHAPTER XXIV.

New Distribution of Horses--Secret Information of Treason in

the Camp.--Rose the Interpreter--His Perfidious Character--

His Plots.--Anecdotes of the Crow Indians.--Notorious Horse

Stealers.--Some Account of Rose.--A Desperado of the

Frontier.

ON the sixth of August the travellers bade farewell to the friendly band

of Cheyennes, and resumed their journey. As they had obtained thirty-six

additional horses by their recent traffic, Mr. Hunt made a new

arrangement. The baggage was made up in smaller loads. A horse was

allotted to each of the six prime hunters, and others were distributed

among the voyageurs, a horse for every two, so that they could ride and

walk alternately. Mr. Crooks being still too feeble to mount the saddle,

was carried on a litter.

Their march this day lay among singular hills and knolls of an indurated

red earth, resembling brick, about the bases of which were scattered

pumice stones and cinders, the whole bearing traces of the action of

fire. In the evening they encamped on a branch of Big River.

They were now out of the tract of country infested by the Sioux, and had

advanced such a distance into the interior that Mr. Hunt no longer felt

apprehensive of the desertion of any of his men. He was doomed, however,

to experience new cause of anxiety. As he was seated in his tent after

nightfall, one of the men came to him privately, and informed him that

there was mischief brewing in the camp. Edward Rose, the interpreter,

whose sinister looks we have already mentioned, was denounced by this

secret informer as a designing, treacherous scoundrel, who was tampering

with the fidelity of certain of the men, and instigating them to a

flagrant piece of treason. In the course of a few days they would arrive

at the mountainous district infested by the Upsarokas or Crows, the

tribe among which Rose was to officiate as interpreter. His plan was

that several of the men should join with him, when in that neighborhood,

in carrying off a number of the horses with their packages of goods, and

deserting to those savages. He assured them of good treatment among the

Crows, the principal chiefs and warriors of whom he knew; they would

soon become great men among them, and have the finest women, and the

daughters of the chiefs for wives; and the horses and goods they carried

off would make them rich for life.

The intelligence of this treachery on the part of Rose gave much

disquiet to Mr. Hunt, for he knew not how far it might be effective

among his men. He had already had proofs that several of them were

disaffected to the enterprise, and loath to cross the mountains. He

knew also that savage life had charms for many of them, especially the

Canadians, who were prone to intermarry and domesticate themselves among

the Indians.

And here a word or two concerning the Crows may be of service to the

reader, as they will figure occasionally in the succeeding narration.

The tribe consists of four bands, which have their nestling-places

in fertile, well-wooded valleys, lying among the Rocky Mountains, and

watered by the Big Horse River and its tributary streams; but, though

these are properly their homes, where they shelter their old people,

their wives, and their children, the men of the tribe are almost

continually on the foray and the scamper. They are, in fact, notorious

marauders and horse-stealers; crossing and re-crossing the mountains,

robbing on the one side, and conveying their spoils to the other. Hence,

we are told, is derived their name, given to them on account of their

unsettled and predatory habits; winging their flight, like the crows,

from one side of the mountains to the other, and making free booty of

everything that lies in their way. Horses, however, are the especial

objects of their depredations, and their skill and audacity in stealing

them are said to be astonishing. This is their glory and delight; an

accomplished horse-stealer fills up their idea of a hero. Many horses

are obtained by them, also, in barter from tribes in and beyond the

mountains. They have an absolute passion for this noble animal; besides

which he is with them an important object of traffic. Once a year

they make a visit to the Mandans, Minatarees, and other tribes of the

Missouri, taking with them droves of horses which they exchange for

guns, ammunition, trinkets, vermilion, cloths of bright colors, and

various other articles of European manufacture. With these they supply

their own wants and caprices, and carry on the internal trade for horses

already mentioned.

The plot of Rose to rob and abandon his countrymen when in the heart

of the wilderness, and to throw himself into the hands of savages, may

appear strange and improbable to those unacquainted with the singular

and anomalous characters that are to be found about the borders. This

fellow, it appears, was one of those desperadoes of the frontiers,

outlawed by their crimes, who combine the vices of civilized and savage

life, and are ten times more barbarous than the Indians with whom they

consort. Rose had formerly belonged to one of the gangs of pirates who

infested the islands of the Mississippi, plundering boats as they went

up and down the river, and who sometimes shifted the scene of their

robberies to the shore, waylaying travellers as they returned by land

from New Orleans with the proceeds of their downward voyage, plundering

them of their money and effects, and often perpetrating the most

atrocious murders.

These hordes of villains being broken up and dispersed, Rose had betaken

himself to the wilderness, and associated himself with the Crows, whose

predatory habits were congenial with his own, had married a woman of the

tribe, and, in short, had identified himself with those vagrant savages.

Such was the worthy guide and interpreter, Edward Rose. We give his

story, however, not as it was known to Mr. Hunt and his companions at

the time, but as it has been subsequently ascertained. Enough was known

of the fellow and his dark and perfidious character to put Mr. Hunt upon

his guard: still, as there was no knowing how far his plans might have

succeeded, and as any rash act might blow the mere smouldering sparks of

treason into a sudden blaze, it was thought advisable by those with

whom Mr. Hunt consulted, to conceal all knowledge or suspicion of the

meditated treachery, but to keep up a vigilant watch upon the movements

of Rose, and a strict guard upon the horses at night.

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