CHAPTER L.

Rough Wintry Travelling--Hills and Plains.--Snow and Ice.--

Disappearance of Game.--A Vast Dreary Plain.--A. Second Halt

for the Winter.--Another Wigwam.--New Year’s Feast.--Buffalo

Humps, Tongues, and Marrow-Bones.--Return of Spring.--Launch

of Canoes.--Bad Navigation.--Pedestrian March.--Vast

Prairies.--Deserted Camps.--Pawnee Squaws.--An Otto

Indian.--News of War.--Voyage Down the Platte and the

Missouri.--Reception at Fort Osage.--Arrival at St. Louis.

THE interval of comfort and repose which the party had enjoyed in their

wigwam, rendered the renewal of their fatigues intolerable for the first

two or three days. The snow lay deep, and was slightly frozen on the

surface, but not sufficiently to bear their weight. Their feet became

sore by breaking through the crust, and their limbs weary by floundering

on without firm foothold. So exhausted and dispirited were they, that

they began to think it would be better to remain and run the risk of

being killed by the Indians, than to drag on thus painfully, with the

probability of perishing by the way. Their miserable horse fared no

better than themselves, having for the first day or two no other fodder

than the ends of willow twigs, and the bark of the cotton-wood tree.

They all, however, appeared to gain patience and hardihood as they

proceeded, and for fourteen days kept steadily on, making a distance

of about three hundred and thirty miles. For some days, the range of

mountains which had been near to their wigwam kept parallel to the river

at no great distance, but at length subsided into hills. Sometimes

they found the river bordered with alluvial bottoms, and groves with

cotton-wood and willows; sometimes the adjacent country was naked and

barren. In one place it ran for a considerable distance between rocky

hills and promontories covered with cedar and pitch pines, and peopled

with the bighorn and the mountain deer; at other places it wandered

through prairies well stocked with buffaloes and antelopes. As they

descended the course of the river, they began to perceive the ash and

white oak here and there among the cotton-wood and willow; and at length

caught a sight of some wild horses on the distant prairies.

The weather was various; at one time the snow lay deep; then they had

a genial day or two, with the mildness and serenity of autumn; then,

again, the frost was so severe that the river was sufficiently frozen to

bear them upon the ice.

During the last three days of their fortnight’s travel, however, the

face of the country changed. The timber gradually diminished, until they

could scarcely find fuel sufficient for culinary purposes. The game

grew more and more scanty, and, finally, none were to be seen but a few

miserable broken-down buffalo bulls, not worth killing. The snow lay

fifteen inches deep, and made the travelling grievously painful and

toilsome. At length they came to an immense plain, where no vestige of

timber was to be seen; nor a single quadruped to enliven the desolate

landscape. Here, then, their hearts failed them, and they held another

consultation. The width of the river, which was upwards of a mile, its

extreme shallowness, the frequency of quicksands, and various other

characteristics, had at length made them sensible of their errors with

respect to it, and they now came to the correct conclusion, that they

were on the banks of the Platte or Shallow River. What were they to do?

Pursue its course to the Missouri? To go on at this season of the year

seemed dangerous in the extreme. There was no prospect of obtaining

either food or firing. The country was destitute of trees, and though

there might be drift-wood along the river, it lay too deep beneath the

snow for them to find it.

The weather was threatening a change, and a snowstorm on these boundless

wastes might prove as fatal as a whirlwind of sand on an Arabian desert.

After much dreary deliberation, it was at length determined to retrace

their three last days’ journey of seventy-seven miles, to a place which

they had remarked where there was a sheltering growth of forest trees,

and a country abundant in game. Here they would once more set up their

winter quarters, and await the opening of the navigation to launch

themselves in canoes.

Accordingly, on the 27th of December, they faced about, retraced their

steps, and on the 30th, regained the part of the river in question. Here

the alluvial bottom was from one to two miles wide, and thickly

covered with a forest of cotton-wood trees; while herds of buffalo were

scattered about the neighboring prairie, several of which soon fell

beneath their rifles.

They encamped on the margin of the river, in a grove where there were

trees large enough for canoes. Here they put up a shed for immediate

shelter, and immediately proceeded to erect a hut. New Year’s day dawned

when, as yet, but one wall of their cabin was completed; the genial and

jovial day, however, was not permitted to pass uncelebrated, even by

this weatherbeaten crew of wanderers. All work was suspended, except

that of roasting and boiling. The choicest of the buffalo meat, with

tongues, and humps, and marrow-bones, were devoured in quantities that

would astonish any one that has not lived among hunters or Indians; and

as an extra regale, having no tobacco left, they cut up an old tobacco

pouch, still redolent with the potent herb, and smoked it in honor of

the day. Thus for a time, in present revelry, however uncouth, they

forgot all past troubles and all anxieties about the future, and their

forlorn wigwam echoed to the sound of gayety.

The next day they resumed their labors, and by the 6th of the month it

was complete. They soon killed abundance of buffalo, and again laid in a

stock of winter provisions. The party were more fortunate in this, their

second cantonment. The winter passed away without any Indian visitors,

and the game continued to be plenty in the neighborhood. They felled two

large trees, and shaped them into canoes; and, as the spring opened, and

a thaw of several days’ continuance melted the ice in the river, they

made every preparation for embarking. On the 8th of March they launched

forth in their canoes, but soon found that the river had not depth

sufficient even for such slender barks. It expanded into a wide but

extremely shallow stream, with many sand-bars, and occasionally various

channels. They got one of their canoes a few miles down it, with extreme

difficulty, sometimes wading and dragging it over the shoals; at length

they had to abandon the attempt, and to resume their journey on foot,

aided by their faithful old pack-horse, who had recruited strength

during the repose of the winter.

The weather delayed them for a few days, having suddenly become more

rigorous than it had been at any time during the winter; but on the 20th

of March they were again on their journey.

In two days they arrived at the vast naked prairie, the wintry aspect of

which had caused them, in December, to pause and turn back. It was now

clothed in the early verdure of spring, and plentifully stocked with

game. Still, when obliged to bivouac on its bare surface, without any

shelter, and by a scanty fire of dry buffalo dung, they found the night

blasts piercing cold. On one occasion, a herd of buffalo straying near

their evening camp, they killed three of them merely for their hides,

wherewith to make a shelter for the night.

They continued on for upwards of a hundred miles; with vast prairies

extending before them as they advanced; sometimes diversified by

undulating hills, but destitute of trees. In one place they saw a

gang of sixty-five wild horses, but as to the buffaloes, they seemed

absolutely to cover the country. Wild geese abounded, and they passed

extensive swamps that were alive with innumerable flocks of water-fowl,

among which were a few swans, but an endless variety of ducks.

The river continued a winding course to the east-north-east, nearly a

mile in width, but too shallow to float even an empty canoe. The country

spread out into a vast level plain, bounded by the horizon alone,

excepting to the north, where a line of hills seemed like a long

promontory stretching into the bosom of the ocean. The dreary sameness

of the prairie wastes began to grow extremely irksome. The travellers

longed for the sight of a forest, or grove, or single tree, to break the

level uniformity, and began to notice every object that gave reason to

hope they were drawing towards the end of this weary wilderness. Thus

the occurrence of a particular kind of grass was hailed as a proof that

they could not be far from the bottoms of the Missouri; and they were

rejoiced at putting up several prairie hens, a kind of grouse seldom

found far in the interior. In picking up driftwood for fuel, also, they

found on some pieces the mark of an axe, which caused much speculation

as to the time when and the persons by whom the trees had been felled.

Thus they went on, like sailors at sea, who perceive in every floating

weed and wandering bird, harbingers of the wished-for land.

By the close of the month the weather became very mild, and, heavily

burdened as they were, they found the noontide temperature uncomfortably

warm. On the 30th, they came to three deserted hunting camps, either of

Pawnees or Ottoes, about which were buffalo skulls in all directions;

and the frames on which the hides had been stretched and cured. They had

apparently been occupied the preceding autumn.

For several days they kept patiently on, watching every sign that might

give them an idea as to where they were, and how near to the banks of

the Missouri.

Though there were numerous traces of hunting parties and encampments,

they were not of recent date. The country seemed deserted. The only

human beings they met with were three Pawnee squaws, in a hut in the

midst of a deserted camp. Their people had all gone to the south, in

pursuit of the buffalo, and had left these poor women behind, being too

sick and infirm to travel.

It is a common practice with the Pawnees, and probably with other roving

tribes, when departing on a distant expedition, which will not admit of

incumbrance or delay, to leave their aged and infirm with a supply

of provisions sufficient for a temporary subsistence. When this is

exhausted, they must perish; though sometimes their sufferings are

abridged by hostile prowlers who may visit the deserted camp.

The poor squaws in question expected some such fate at the hands of

the white strangers, and though the latter accosted them in the kindest

manner, and made them presents of dried buffalo meat, it was impossible

to soothe their alarm, or get any information from them.

The first landmark by which the travellers were enabled to conjecture

their position with any degree of confidence, was an island about

seventy miles in length, which they presumed to be Grand Isle. If so,

they were within one hundred and forty miles of the Missouri. They kept

on, therefore, With renewed spirit, and at the end of three days met

with an Otto Indian, by whom they were confirmed in their conjecture.

They learnt at the same time another piece of information, of an

uncomfortable nature. According to his account, there was war between

the United States and England, and in fact it had existed for a whole

year, during which time they had been beyond the reach of all knowledge

of the affairs of the civilized world.

The Otto conducted the travellers to his village, situated a short

distance from the banks of the Platte. Here they were delighted to meet

with two white men, Messrs. Dornin and Roi, Indian traders recently from

St. Louis. Of these they had a thousand inquiries to make concerning

all affairs, foreign and domestic, during their year of sepulture in the

wilderness; and especially about the events of the existing war.

They now prepared to abandon their weary travel by land, and to embark

upon the water. A bargain was made with Mr. Dornin, who engaged to

furnish them with a canoe and provisions for the voyage, in exchange for

their venerable and well-tried fellow traveller, the old Snake horse.

Accordingly, in a couple of days, the Indians employed by that gentleman

constructed for them a canoe twenty feet long, four feet wide, and

eighteen inches deep. The frame was of poles and willow twigs, on which

were stretched five elk and buffalo hides, sewed together with sinews,

and the seams payed with unctuous mud. In this they embarked at an early

hour on the 16th of April, and drifted down ten miles with the stream,

when the wind being high they encamped, and set to work to make oars,

which they had not been able to procure at the Indian village.

Once more afloat, they went merrily down the stream, and after making

thirty-five miles, emerged into the broad turbid current of the

Missouri. Here they were borne along briskly by the rapid stream;

though, by the time their fragile bark had floated a couple of hundred

miles, its frame began to show the effects of the voyage. Luckily they

came to the deserted wintering place of some hunting party, where they

found two old wooden canoes. Taking possession of the largest, they

again committed themselves to the current, and after dropping down

fifty-five miles further, arrived safely at Fort Osage.

Here they found Lieutenant Brownson still in command; the officer who

had given the expedition a hospitable reception on its way up the river,

eighteen months previously. He received this remnant of the party with

a cordial welcome, and endeavored in every way to promote their comfort

and enjoyment during their sojourn at the fort. The greatest luxury they

met with on their return to the abode of civilized man, was bread, not

having tasted any for nearly a year.

Their stay at Fort Osage was but short. On re-embarking they were

furnished with an ample supply of provisions by the kindness of

Lieutenant Brownson, and performed the rest of their voyage without

adverse circumstance. On the 30th of April they arrived in perfect

health and fine spirits at St. Louis, having been ten months in

performing this perilous expedition from Astoria. Their return caused

quite a sensation at the place, bringing the first intelligence of the

fortune of Mr. Hunt and his party in their adventurous route across

the Rocky Mountains, and of the new establishment on the shores of the

Pacific.

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