Story said they feared that he must either have been killed by a
buffalo, and his body devoured by wolves; or that he had been carried
away by some small party of Indians who had been watching us, and had
captured him, though afraid to attack our camp.
Both Dick and I, however, could not bring ourselves to believe that he
was dead. We were glad to find that old Folkard was of our opinion. He
had known men, he said, who had wandered away from camp and been absent
several weeks before they were found or managed to make their way back
themselves. Charley had a good supply of ammunition, and being a fair
shot, would be able to procure food. We begged Armitage and Dick to
remain in the locality some time longer. This they consented to do. We
were now in the neighbourhood of the Rocky Mountains, where they might
obtain a variety of sport, so that they had no cause to complain of
their detention. My thoughts, as well as Dick's, were entirely occupied
by Charley, and we could take no interest in hunting. We, however, did
our duty in trying to supply the camp with game.
The chief part of our time was taken up in scouring the country in the
hopes of discovering our young friend, or ascertaining the cause of his
death.
At length the old trapper bade us farewell, saying that he should strike
away north, to a district where beavers abounded, for he could no longer
spend his time in comparative idleness. We were sorry to lose him, for
he was a capital companion, especially round the camp fire, when he
indulged us in his quaint way with his numberless adventures and
hair-breadth escapes, sufficient to make the hair of my old uncle, the
Alderman, stand out from his head.
Day after day went by. When we met Pierre and the Indians who had
assisted us in the search, the same reply alone was forthcoming.
"You see, it is hopeless," said Jack to Dick Buntin. "Your young friend
must have lost his life. I am very sorry, but we must be moving
westward. It won't do to detain Armitage longer. He is very
good-natured, but from what he said to me yesterday, he will be starting
away without us. He requires action. He is not happy, I suspect, from
something which took place between him and Ellen Hargrave, so that we
must decide what to do."
Dick pleaded hard for another day, still persisting in his belief that
we should find Charley. Our Indian friends had promised should they
discover any traces of him to send us word, but nothing had been heard
from them.
Dick and I had made a longer expedition than usual, and returned so
tired, that the next morning we were utterly unable to set out. A day's
rest would, however, we thought, restore our strength. Towards the
evening, while the remainder of the party were still away, Dick walked
to a shady spot some distance from the camp, taking a large buffalo robe
to lie upon, with a book, his pipe and gun.
One of the Indians who had remained with us, had meantime made up a
fire. I saw at length by my watch, that it was time to prepare for
supper, and as Dick still acted as cook, I sent the Indian to summon
him. The man had not gone long, when I heard him shout. Fearing that
something was the matter, I hurried forward, when what was my dismay to
see a huge grizzly standing on its hind legs, as if about to make its
last fatal spring, close to Dick, who had no weapon in his hand with
which to defend himself. I had brought my gun, but dared not fire for
fear of killing my friend instead of the bear. Dick, however, seemed in
no way dismayed, and as I got a little nearer, I saw that he held a
large buffalo robe in both his hands. The Indian and I shouted in the
hopes of distracting Bruin's attention. Our cries were responded to by
Armitage and Story, who at that moment providentially made their
appearance. Still none of us dared to fire, though we approached nearer
and nearer, hoping that the bear would postpone his spring until we
could get near enough to shoot him through the head without injuring our
friend. Presently the bear growling savagely, indicative of his
intention to seize his victim, began to advance; when Dick, who had
never for a moment withdrawn his eyes from the monster, in an instant
threw the cloak over its head. He then springing back, ran off as hard
as his legs could carry him, his example being imitated by the Indians.
The bear in its struggles drew the cloak close over its eyes, when I
fired and over it rolled with its legs in the air. Still it was not
dead, and might at any moment be up again; and, more savage than ever
from its wound, would be certain to attack us fiercely.
Armitage and Story, making their way through the brushwood, had now got
near enough to fire. They pulled their triggers at the same moment,
while I quickly reloaded. It was fortunate that I did so, for
notwithstanding its wounds, the bear, suddenly regaining its feet, made
a dash at me who was nearest to it, and in another instant I should have
been torn by its tremendous claws, when I fired and to my infinite
satisfaction it again rolled over and, giving another convulsive
struggle, lay dead.
Dick thanked us for our timely assistance, and promised that he would
never as long as he lived go to sleep away from the camp in a region
infested by grizzlies.
This was the first we had seen for some time, and the adventure was a
caution to us to look out for them in future. With great reluctance on
the part of Dick and me, we once more packed up and moved westward;
still we did not abandon all hope that we should find our young friend.
I, however, had lost the interest I had before felt in hunting, and
would rather have gone back and contented myself with less exciting
sport in one of the eastern states. As things turned out, it would have
been better for all of us had we done so.
We made a good show as we rode over the prairie, with our baggage mules,
our led horses, mounted Indians, our Canadian guide and our four selves;
so that no ordinary band of Redskins was likely to attack our party,
unless they could take us by surprise, and against that it was our
constant care effectually to guard by keeping a bright look-out during
the day, and a careful watch over the camp at night. Our Indians knew
very well that they would be the first victims should we be attacked.
We were sure, in the neighbourhood of the Rocky Mountains which we had
now reached, to fall in with big-horns, elks and antelopes, as well as
buffalo in the lower ground. We accordingly encamped in a beautiful
spot with the lofty mountains rising above us, while below extended the
prairie far away to the horizon. I must not stop to describe our
various adventures. Dick continued indifferent to sport, but
occasionally went out with me; while Armitage and Story shot together,
and never returned without a big-horn or two, or an elk. One day they
appeared leading or rather dragging along what looked like a mass of
shaggy fur of a tawny colour. As they approached, I saw that their
captive was a young bear, with its head thoroughly covered up with the
skin of another animal of the same description. They were laughing
heartily, and every now and then springing forward to avoid the rushes
made at them by the little creature. On finding all its efforts vain,
it at length stopped, and refused to move. They told me that they had
shot the mother and then one of her cubs; that the other refusing to
leave the body of its parent, they had time to take off the skin from
the cub they had killed and had adroitly thrown it over the head of its
brother, and that having a coil of rope they had managed to secure it.
We hoped to tame our captive, but the moment the skin was taken off its
head, darting at Jack, it gave him a severe bite in the leg, and nearly
treated Armitage in the same manner, but fortunately he had a thick
stick with which he gave the little brute so severe a blow on the nose,
that it lay down, as we thought, in the sulks. We managed to tether it
in a way effectually to prevent its escape, but the next morning we
found, to our disappointment, that it was dead. The skins of the two
animals were beautiful, their fur being very thick and long, and of a
brown colour, with a stripe of darker hue along the back.
Next day our friends having again set out, I was endeavouring to
persuade Dick to accompany me in another direction, when one of the
Indians brought word that a herd of buffalo were feeding in the plain
below. I should have said that the country was beautiful in the
extreme, with thick woods of cedar and rhododendron covering it in all
directions. The forests were, however, easily traversed, as paths were
made through them by the buffalo and elk, who following each other's
footsteps, had opened up bridle roads to all points of the compass.
Feeling ashamed of not adding something to our store of provisions, when
Dick declined accompanying me on the plea of not being up to work, I
mounted my horse, and set off alone, hoping to shoot a buffalo before
going far. I soon came in sight of a couple of herds, one of cows and
another of bulls. Most of the former were followed by calves and were
out of condition, but seeing some fat animals among them, I made chase.
When the cows began to run they were joined by the bulls, and the whole
set off together, scampering along at a tremendous rate. I kept the fat
cows in sight, however, as away they went. Lightly built and more
active than the bulls, they took the lead. At length I was getting up
with one of the former which I had singled out, when a big bull, blown
by his unusual exercise, halted just between me and the cow, and
lowering his head prepared to charge, when his horns would in an instant
have ripped open the breast of my noble steed. As I saw it about to
charge, a thought occurred to me. Holding my gun in my left hand, and
giving my horse the rein, I bestowed a tremendous cut with my heavy
riding-whip on his flanks, which made him spring to a height sufficient
to have cleared a five-barred gate; and when the bull rushed forward,
over its back he went, clearing it in the most beautiful style, his
hinder feet just grazing its shaggy hair. The next moment, instead of
being rolled over on the ground, I found myself (though without my hat)
safe on the other side; while the bull, not knowing what had become of
me, dashed forward bellowing loudly in an opposite direction. A few
more strides brought me close to the cow, when standing up in my
stirrups I fired, and the animal instantly rolled over dead. I at once
reloaded, and made chase after another, which I was also fortunate
enough to kill. The rest of the herd made their escape. Satisfied with
the result of my hunt, I dismounted and took possession of the tongues
and marrow-bones, as well as some portions of the meat, intending to
send the Indians back for the remainder, should the carcases have
escaped the scent of the wolves. The buffalo meat was highly
appreciated; indeed we lived like fighting cocks, and had every reason
to expect to do so while we remained in that region. Pierre, however,
advised that we should proceed, as some bands of hostile Indians were
sure, before long, to find out that we were in the neighbourhood, and
would take an opportunity of cutting us off when separated from each
other should they not venture to attack our camp. Armitage and Jack
were, however, inclined to laugh at Pierre's warnings. Jack too, who
found his leg suffering from the bite that the little bear had given
him, was disinclined to take a long journey. Dick, who had warned him
from the first not to neglect the wound, took him under his care and
insisted on his remaining quietly in camp for two or three days until he
was well again. We employed the time in cleaning our arms, repairing
our harness and clothes, and performing several other tasks such as the
wear and tear of a hunter's life from time to time renders necessary.
We had long discussions in camp as to what course we should pursue,
Pierre advising that we should strike northward, and then take one of
the passes through the Rocky Mountains generally followed by the
emigrants to California.
Several days had passed away. Story was quite recovered, and we were
once more encamped, not much to Pierre's satisfaction, he declaring that
we were still in a dangerous region, frequently visited by Apaches and
other roving tribes, the deadly enemies of the pale-faces. Armitage and
Story only laughed at his warnings, and even Dick felt much inclined to
agree with them.
We had, as before, proceeded in three parties, one of the Indians having
accompanied Armitage, and Jack and three others going with Pierre, while
the rest remained with Dick and me in camp. Evening was approaching,
and none of our friends had returned. Dick had sent out one of the
Indians to see if they were coming, while he and I prepared the supper.
In a short time the scout returned with a long face. He had caught
sight, he said, of a large party of strange Redskins; who, not knowing
that they were discovered, were making their way in the direction of our
camp, evidently endeavouring to keep themselves concealed. He advised
that we should gallop off on our horses, and leave our baggage and the
other animals to their fate, as it would be impossible to defend the
camp against so overwhelming a force. To this neither Dick nor I was
inclined to agree, though of course it made us anxious for the arrival
of our friends, when we hoped, by showing a bold front, to drive back
the enemy.
We at once brought in our horses and mules, and tethered them in the
rear of the camp; then calling on our Indians to assist us, we felled a
couple of trees, which we placed so as to form a barricade in front. It
would afford us but a slight protection, but it was better than nothing.
We now looked out with more anxiety than ever for our friends, for they
certainly ought to have returned to the camp some time before this. It
was important not to be surprised, and knowing the stealthy way in which
the savages were likely to approach, we were aware that any moment we
might hear their fearful war-whoops, and find ourselves engaged in a
desperate struggle for life. To prevent this, Dick proposed sending out
the Indians to scout and ascertain the exact position of the enemy.
They went more willingly than I should have supposed; but I remembered
not being very well satisfied with the expression of their countenances.
Dick and I were thus left alone in camp. To save ourselves from being
shot down without warning, we took up our position behind the logs, with
the spare rifles by our sides. Here we sat, expecting every moment the
return of our Indians. We waited in vain. Darkness was coming on. Our
position was indeed critical. If the savages, as reported by the scout,
were in the neighbourhood, at any moment they might be down upon us. We
now began to fear that our Indians had fallen into their hands.
Perhaps, also, such might have been the fate of our friends. We had
been sitting thus for an hour or more, and had become very hungry, when
Dick proposed going to the fire to obtain some venison which had lone
been roasting there. He brought it, and I need not say that it was
devoured with considerable satisfaction. "Another piece won't do us any
harm," I observed, as I made my way towards the fire. I was returning,
when what was my dismay to see half-a-dozen dark forms leap over the
barricade and place themselves between Dick and me. I sprang towards
our rifles, one of which Dick was in the act of grasping, to have a
fight for life, when a savage knocking it out of his hand three others
sprang upon him. The remainder throwing themselves upon me, we were in
an instant prisoners. I fully expected the next moment to have my scalp
taken off my head, and it was some satisfaction to find that it was
allowed to remain on.
"I hope the other fellows have escaped," said Dick; "we might, by giving
a shout, warn them of their danger; and if Pierre joins them, they might
manage to get hold of some of the horses."
As he spoke, he shouted at the top of his voice, and I joined him,
crying out--
"Keep away from the camp!"
No reply came. The Indians, instead of trying to stop us, only laughed;
and, from the voices we heard around, we knew there must be many more of
them.
Having bound our arms behind us, our captors sat themselves down to
examine and consume the food we had provided for the rest of the party,
and then proceeded to inspect the contents of our packs. While they
were thus employed, a shout was raised, and shortly after another, when
several Indians appeared, dragging Armitage and Jack along with them.
Still Pierre was at liberty; and we hoped that he might escape and give
notice of our fate, or form some plan for our liberation. Great,
therefore, was our disappointment when he too, shortly afterwards, was
brought into camp. What had become of our Indians we could not tell.
They had, we concluded, however, either been captured or deserted us.
Our captors, after a long consultation, carried us all a short distance
from the camp to a clump of trees, to the trunks of which they bound us
in a way which made it impossible to move either our arms or legs, when,
having thus tied us up, they returned to our camp to examine and divide
the spoil.
"We are in a bad case, I am afraid," said Armitage; "the savages have
proved themselves more cunning than I had supposed, for they were upon
Jack and me before we had time to lift our rifles to our shoulders."
"We might try to bribe them to let us off," I observed.
"Very little chance of their doing that; they'll help themselves to
everything we possess, and won't trust to our promises," said Jack.
"They have the ugly custom of torturing prisoners before they kill
them," said Dick. "I'm very glad Charley escaped our fate, poor fellow
provided he hasn't met with a worse one."
I made no remark, though I was thinking all the time of various plans.
I was anxious to hear what Pierre would say.
"Better tell them we English pale-faces," he observed at last; "dey kill
us if dey like; but if dey do, our great Queen hunt up every man jack of
dem, and hang dem."
I was very much inclined to agree with Pierre that our best chance of
escaping was to make the savages understand that we belonged to the
palefaces over the frontier, of whom they might possibly have heard, and
that our Sovereign always punished those who injured her subjects.
The savages, however, at present, gave us no opportunity of addressing
them; but we could see them unpacking our valises, pulling to pieces out
well-made-up packs, overhauling our cooking utensils, apparently
appropriating various articles, not, however, without a considerable
amount of talking and gesticulation. They then put on our buffalo meat
and venison to cook, and began laughing and jeering at us as they ate
it. At length they discovered several packages which had before escaped
their notice, having been hidden in the grass. Among them was a case
containing brandy; but as we kept it locked, it was some time before
they managed to break it open with their axes. On finding that it
contained bottles, they raised a shout of joy; and one being forthwith
opened by knocking off the neck, the savage who had performed the
operation poured some of the contents down his throat. Uttering a howl
of satisfaction, he was about to take a second draught, when another
seized it, and it was rapidly passed on, until it was empty. Another
and another bottle was treated in the same way, although the chief of
the party appeared to be urging his followers to take no more for the
present; but to this they evidently did not agree; and while his back
was turned, two more bottles were abstracted. On seeing this, he seized
one of them, and poured no small part of the contents down his own
throat, apparently fearing that his companions would drink it up and
leave him none. The result which was to be expected followed; but they
had swallowed the liquor too rapidly to render them immediately
helpless, though it excited their fiercest passions; and to our horror,
getting on their legs, they drew their tomahawks and approached us with
the evident intention of taking our lives. Before, however, they had
made many steps towards us, they sank to the ground; while others--with
the bump of appropriativeness--took possession of all the goods within
their reach. This was seen by the more sanguinarily disposed of the
party, who turned their rage towards their companions, and, rushing on
them, attempted to retake the articles they considered theirs. A
fearful scuffle ensued: some, it appeared to us, were struck dead, or
desperately wounded; but in the uncertain light afforded by the fire we
could not exactly see what had happened. We could only make out that
the whole party were quickly stretched on the ground, the victors and
the vanquished lying side by side, including the chief, who appeared to
be as helpless as the rest.
At length their shouts and groans were silenced. Not a sound reached
our ears. Now was our opportunity; but in vain we endeavoured to break
loose from our bonds. The savages had fastened them too securely to
enable us to liberate ourselves. Dick made desperate efforts to reach
with his mouth the rope which secured his arms.
"If I could but once get my teeth to it, I would soon bite it through,"
he exclaimed.
But again and again he tried to no purpose. We all followed his
example, with the same result. In the morning, the savages would too
probably recover, and revenge themselves on our heads for the death of
their companions whom they themselves had killed. Hour after hour went
by, and each brought us nearer to the moment that we must expect a
fearful death.