AN INDIAN TRADITION—ARRIVAL AT THE BLACKFEET VILLAGE—AN OFFER
TO PURCHASE ME INDIGNANTLY REJECTED—A YANKTON ATTEMPTS MY
CAPTURE.
The Blackfeet village was one hundred and fifty miles from the
Ogalallas, and the way thither lay often over the tops of bare and
sandy hills.
On the summits of these heights I found shells such as are picked up
at the sea-side. The Indians accounted for their appearance there by
saying, that once a great sea rolled over the face of the country, and
only one man in a boat escaped with his family. He had sailed about in
the boat until the waters retired to their place, and, living there,
became the father of all the Indians.
These savages proved very kind to me. Though their nation is regarded
by the whites as very vindictive and hostile, they showed me nothing
but civility and respect.
On the third morning we reached a small village, where we halted.
The Indians of the village were rejoiced to see me. Among them I
recognized many familiar faces, and they imparted to us their mistrust
and apprehension lest I had been stolen from the Ogalallas; but the
Blackfeet assured them to the contrary; and, after questioning me, they
became satisfied, and gave us food, promising to send warriors to our
village, and giving us another horse.
The journey to the village of the Blackfeet was exceedingly
wearisome—completely exhausting me by its length; and I suffered from
the intense cold weather.
Approaching their village, they entered it with loud demonstrations of
joy, singing and whooping after the manner of their race, with noises
defying description.
I was received with great joy; and even marks of distinction were shown
me. That night there was a feast, and every thing denoted a time of
rejoicing.
My life was now changed—instead of waiting upon others, they waited
upon me.
The day of my arrival in the Blackfeet village was a sad one, indeed,
being the first anniversary of my wedding. The songs and shouts of
exultation of the Indians seemed like a bitter mockery of my misery and
helplessness.
I met in the village many warriors whom I had seen during the summer,
and knew that they had participated in the battles with General Sully.
They saw that something had made me sad and thoughtful, and asked what
it was. I told them it was my birth-day.
Soon after my arrival, Egosegalonicha was sent to me, and inquired how
I was treated, and particularly wished to know if they were respectful
to me. She told me that she was sent to inquire for my safety and
well-being, and that any remissness on the part of the Blackfeet would
be visited with vengeance.
She told me that her people mourned the captive’s absence, and grieved
for her presence. From others I learned the same.
Next morning there was great commotion in the camp, caused by the
arrival of a delegation from the Yanktons, with a handsome horse and
saddle, as a present for me.
The saddle was of exquisite workmanship, embroidered with beads, and
richly decorated with fringe.
The Yanktons desired to purchase me, offering five of their finest
horses for me, which the Blackfeet were quite indignant at, replying,
that they also had fine horses; and, deeming it an insult, returned the
horse and its saddle. Fearing my disappointment, they, in council that
night, decided to present me with something as worthy as the Yanktons
had sent.
Accordingly, at the door of the tent next morning were four of their
best animals; eight beautiful robes were brought in by the young men,
and given me also.
The Yanktons were told to return to their tribe, and if such a message
was again sent, the hatchet would be painted and given to them.
This closed the negotiation, but not their efforts to obtain me.
The large reward which had been offered for my recovery caused the
Indians much trouble, as frequently large parties from other tribes
would come in, offering to purchase me from those who held me captive.
Several such instances occurred while I was with the Ogalallas; nor
were the Blackfeet exempt from similar annoyances.
One day, while in Tall Soldier’s tipi, there was a large body of
mounted warriors seen approaching the village. The women gathered
around me, and told me I must stay in the tent, concealed. All
was excitement, and the women seemed frightened. Soon I knew that
preparations were being made for a feast on a large scale. The strange
warriors came into camp and held a council, at which Tall Soldier made
a speech, which, from the distance, I could not understand; they then
had a feast, and departed. The Blackfeet gave me to understand that
the visit of these Indians was on my account, as had been that of the
Yanktons.
Soon after, I noticed that parties of warriors would leave the camp
daily and return, bringing ammunition and goods of various kinds. I
learned from the squaws and children that a party of traders from the
Platte River had arrived in the neighborhood with four wagons, to trade
with the Indians, and that they wanted to buy me, but that the Indians
would not part with me. I pretended to the Indians that I did not
desire to leave them, but plead that I might go with them to see the
white men, which was refused, as was also a request that I might write
a letter to them.
Soon after, the traders were murdered, only one man escaping, who
reached Fort Laramie nearly dead from hunger and exposure, having
traveled the whole distance from the Missouri River on foot.
I have since learned that the men were sent out by Mr. Beauve, a
trader, near Fort Laramie, with instructions to procure my release if
it required all they possessed.
Since learning these facts, I am more than ever convinced that the
reluctance of the Indians to give me up grew out of their hope of
capturing Fort Sully through my involuntary agency, and securing a
greater booty than any ransom offered; as also of obtaining revenge for
the losses inflicted upon their nation by the soldiers under General
Sully.
The Blackfeet appeared in every respect superior to the tribe I had
left. The chief, “Tall Soldier,” displayed the manners and bearing of a
natural gentleman.
They kept up an air of friendliness, and communicated frequently with
the whites; but, in reality, were ready to join any hostile expedition
against them, and were with the Ogalalla Sioux when our train was
attacked at Box Elder.
The Blackfeet seemed to be stationary in their village, only sallying
out in small parties for plunder and horses; and, during that time,
keeping up a succession of entertainments at the tipi of the chief,
where a constant arrival of warriors and many Indians from other
tribes, who were warmly welcomed, added to the excitement of the days.
I sympathized with the poor wife of the chief, who was the only woman,
beside myself, in the tent, and to whose labor all the feasts were due.
She was obliged to dress the meat, make fires, carry water, and wait
upon strangers, besides setting the lodge in order.
These unceasing toils she performed alone—the commands of the chief
forbidding me to aid her.
While with the Ogalallas, I had never crossed their will or offered
resistance to my tasks, however heavy, having learned that obedience
and cheerful industry were greatly prized; and it was, doubtless, my
conciliating policy that had at last won the Indians, and made them
bewail my loss so deeply.
The squaws are very rebellious, often displaying ungovernable and
violent temper. They consider their life a servitude, and being beaten
at times like animals, and receiving no sort of sympathy, it acts upon
them accordingly.
The contrast between them and my patient submission had its effect
upon the Indians, and caused them to miss me when separated from them.
During my sojourn in this village I received invitations to every
feast, and to the different lodges. One day, when visiting one of these
lodges, a package of letters was given me to read. They had been taken
from Captain Fisk’s train, and were touchingly beautiful. Some of them
were the correspondence of a Mr. Nichols with a young lady, to whom he
seemed tenderly attached. I was asked to read these letters and explain
them to the Indians.
I was removed at different times to various lodges, as a sort of
concealment, as I learned that the Yanktons had not yet given up the
idea of securing me; and, one night, I awoke from my slumbers to behold
an Indian bending over me, cutting through the robes which covered me,
after making a great incision in the tent, whereby he entered. Fearing
to move, I reached out my hand to the squaw who slept near me (whose
name was Chahompa Sea—White Sugar), pinching her, to arouse her, which
had its effect; for she immediately arose and gave the alarm, at which
the Indian fled. This caused great excitement in the camp, and many
threats were made against the Yanktons.
The intense cold and furious storms that followed my arrival among the
Blackfeet precluded the possibility of their setting out immediately
on the proposed journey to Fort Sully.
The snow-drifts had rendered the mountain passes impassable, and the
chief informed me that they must wait until they were free from danger,
before taking leave of the shelter and security of their protected
village.
[Illustration: Jumping Bear Promising by the Moon, to Carry My Letter
to the White Chief at Fort Sully.]