CHAPTER XXXVI

THE FAITHFUL NEZ PERCES

Although it was now in the midst of winter, and the ground was covered

with snow, Lawyer had assembled two hundred and eight lodges, containing

over two thousand Indians, and able to muster eight hundred warriors. An

animated council was at once held. The council lodge was a hundred feet

in length, built of poles, mats, and skins, and in this assembled two

hundred chiefs and principal men, Lawyer presiding. An ox had been

killed, and young men, who officiated for the occasion, roasted or

boiled the meat at fires in the lodge, and handed it around in large

pans, from which each person selected such choice pieces as suited his

fancy.

The scheme of Looking Glass found no adherent, indeed was not broached,

and the unanimous resolve was not only to maintain their friendship to

the whites and stand by their treaty, but to escort Governor Stevens

with two hundred and fifty of their bravest and best-armed warriors,

stark buffalo hunters and Blackfoot fighters every one, and force their

way through the masses of hostile Indians gathered in the Walla Walla

valley.

Looking Glass, too, was among the first in his professions of

friendship. Jealousy of Lawyer, and the hope of increasing his own

influence among his people by obtaining great and exceptional advantages

for them, were probably the causes of his unworthy plot, rather than

actual enmity to the whites.

Said Looking Glass: "I told the governor that the Walla Walla

country was blocked up by bad Indians, and that I would go ahead and

he behind, and that's my heart now. Now that he says he will go, I

will get up and go with him. Now let none of you turn your face from

what has been said. Your old men have spoken, and where is the man

will turn his back on it?"

Three Feathers: "Why don't you get up and say you are all going with

Governor Stevens? We said before coming here they should go over our

dead bodies before coming to him. That is our hearts now."

And chief after chief spoke in similar vein.

Red Wolf in his speech said: "I was on the Spokane at the council

held there by the Indians last summer, when runners sent by

Kam-i-ah-kan came there to get all the people to go to war."

Scotum declared: "The chief Pu-pu-mox-mox sent us word, and so did

the Cuyuses; they sent us word many times, but we have always turned

our faces from them and kept the laws."

Here was evidence that the treacherous chiefs were inciting hostilities

immediately after signing the treaties.

At this juncture an Indian runner was announced from the Walla Walla

valley with the important news that a force of five hundred Oregon

volunteers, under Colonel Kelly (late United States senator), after a

severe battle of four days' duration, had defeated the hostiles, and

driven them from the valley. The absence of the Palouse Indians during

the forced march through their country was now explained. They were

fighting the volunteers at that very time. The way being thus opened,

Governor Stevens was enabled to dispense with the proffered aid of the

Nez Perces; but in order to confirm their fidelity and good feeling, he

invited a hundred warriors to accompany his party as a guard of honor as

far as the Walla Walla valley.

It was a clear, bright, frosty December morning that the mingled

cavalcade of white and Indian left behind the hospitable lodges of the

Nez Perces, and filed along the banks of the Lapwai and Kooskooskia.

Rarely has the Clearwater reflected a more picturesque or jovial crew.

Here were the gentlemen of the party, with their black felt hats and

heavy cloth overcoats; rough-clad miners and packers; the mountain men,

with buckskin shirts and leggings and fur caps; the long-eared

pack-mules, with their bulky loads; and the blanketed young braves, with

painted visage, and hair adorned with eagle feathers, mounted on sleek

and spirited mustangs, and dashing hither and thither in the greatest

excitement and glee. Each of the warriors had three fine, spirited

horses, which he rode in turn as the fancy moved him. They used buckskin

pads, or wooden saddles covered with buffalo, bear, or mountain-goat

skin. The bridle was a simple line of buffalo hair tied around the lower

jaw of the steed, which yielded implicit obedience to this scanty

headgear. At a halt the long end of the line is flung loosely on the

ground, and the horse is trained to stand without other fastening.

The whole party were ferried across Snake River by the Indians in their

canoes, the animals swimming. Proceeding down the left bank some

distance as the trail to Walla Walla ran, it was found that the Nez

Perces had wholly vacated that side of the river, and removed with their

bands of horses, goods, and lodges, and especially their canoes, to the

other side, in order to cut off intercourse with the hostile Indians.

The demeanor of the young braves on this march was in marked contrast to

the traditional gravity and stoicism of their race. They shouted,

laughed, told stories, cracked jokes, and gave free vent to their native

gayety and high spirits. Craig, who accompanied the party, translated

these good things as they occurred, to the great amusement of the

whites. Crossing a wide, flat plain, covered with tall rye grass, he

related an anecdote of Lawyer, with the reminiscence of which the young

braves seemed particularly tickled. When yet an obscure young warrior,

Lawyer was traveling over this ground with a party of the tribe,

including several of the principal chiefs. It was a cold winter day, and

a biting gale swept up the river, penetrating their clothing and

chilling them to the bone. The chiefs sat down in the shelter of the

tall rye grass, and were indulging in a cosy smoke, when Lawyer fired

the prairie far to windward, and in an instant the fiery element, in a

long, crackling, blazing line, came sweeping down on the wings of the

wind upon the comfort-taking chiefs, and drove them to rush

helter-skelter into the river for safety, dropping robes, pipes, and

everything that might impede their flight. For this audacious prank

Lawyer barely escaped a public whipping.

At the governor's request, the Indians undertook to guard the horses

while the whites guarded the camp at night, and as the country was still

infested with bands of hostiles, who had burned off nearly all the

grass, and the animals were with difficulty prevented from straying far

and wide in search of feed, it will be readily seen that they had chosen

the more arduous task. Every evening, as the young men would linger

around the camp-fires, reluctant to start out upon the cold and dreary

night work, one or more of the chiefs would exhort them to their duty,

bemoan the degeneracy of the present race, and relate instances of the

superior bravery and fortitude of young men in former times. The young

fellows were not slow to retort to these harangues with many a sarcastic

gibe and jest, but finally they would go forth to spend the cold winter

night upon the exposed prairie on horseback, posted around the band of

animals. So faithfully did they perform this duty that not one was lost

during the march.

It was a gala day for the Nez Perces when the party reached the valley,

and were received by the Oregon volunteers with a military parade and a

salute of musketry; and when Governor Stevens dismissed them with

presents and thanks and words of encouragement, they returned home the

most devoted and enthusiastic auxiliaries that ever marched in behalf of

the whites.

On this march the Nez Perce escort captured a strange Indian on

Al-pa-wha Creek, who proved to be the son of Ume-how-lish, the war chief

of the Cuyuses, and who said that the chief, with one follower and a

number of women, was in hiding farther up the creek, having fled from

the valley the last day of the recent fight. The governor sent the young

man to his father with the summons to surrender himself a prisoner. The

next day Ume-how-lish delivered himself up, saying that he had done

nothing bad, and was not afraid to be tried by the white man's law, and

thereafter traveled along with the party to his uncertain fate with true

Indian stoicism. He accompanied the governor to the Dalles, where he was

turned over to the Oregon authorities. He was afterwards released by

Colonel Wright. There was no evidence that he had taken part in the

murder of settlers, although he had undoubtedly fought in the recent

battle.

The valley was reached on the 20th. Major Chinn, commanding the

volunteers, and other officers rode out to meet the governor, and, on

reaching the volunteer camp, the troops, four hundred in number,

paraded, and fired a volley in salute as the picturesque column marched

past, the fifty sturdy, travel-stained whites in advance, followed by

the hundred proud and flaunting braves, curveting their horses and

uttering their war-whoops. The volunteers then formed in hollow square,

and the governor addressed them in a brief speech, complimenting them on

their energy in pushing forward at that inclement season, and gallantry

in engaging and routing a superior force of the enemy, and tendering the

thanks of his party for opening the road. He seized the occasion also to

dwell upon the advantages--the necessity--of a winter campaign to bring

the war to a speedy end. The governor was the first to grasp this idea

of a winter campaign as the most effective method of reducing hostile

Indians to subjection. As will be seen hereafter, he urged this course

upon General Wool and the military authorities, but only to have his

views denounced and ridiculed as "impracticable;" but finally, under the

stern lessons of experience, they had to be adopted. It was only by

winter campaigns that General Crook succeeded in subduing the Snakes of

Idaho and eastern Oregon in 1868-69.

Over a hundred of the Cuyuses and Walla Wallas refused to join their

kindred in the war, and remained friendly, including Steachus,

Tin-tim-meet-see, and How-lish-wam-poo, and were now encamped on Mill

Creek under the protection of a guard, needed unhappily not less against

a few of the unruly volunteers, who had already killed some of their

cattle, than against apprehended raids by the hostiles. The little flock

of Indians under the ministrations of Father Chirouse of the Catholic

mission also remained friendly, thanks to the good influence of the

Fathers.

[Illustration: UME-HOW-LISH

_War Chief of the Cuyuses_]

Colonel Frank Shaw was found with the volunteers, and from him and the

Oregon officers the governor learned the latest news and the condition

of affairs. The fight had been a severe one. The Indians resisted

stoutly for four days, and only gave way at last because they mistook a

large pack-train, seen descending into the valley, for reinforcements to

the whites. Pu-pu-mox-mox had been captured, and slain attempting to

escape. General Wool had arrived at Vancouver, but had refused to

take active measures against the enemy, assuming that the Indians were

not at fault, but that the war had been gotten up by white speculators.

He had even disbanded two companies of Washington volunteers at

Vancouver after they had been actually mustered into the United States

service. And a company that had been raised under the direction of Shaw,

for the express purpose of going to the assistance of the governor, was

dismissed by Wool in spite of the remonstrances of its officers and of

Major Rains.

The first act of the governor after grasping the situation was to indite

a letter to Wool announcing his safe return, and suggesting the

energetic and aggressive military measures by which the outbreak could

be speedily quelled.

Some of the fruits of the delay in holding the Blackfoot council, caused

by the mulish and incapable Cumming, were now apparent. Had it been held

early in August, as it might and should have been, the governor would

have gotten back early in September, in time to cope with the first

outbreak, to infuse the military authorities with a little of his own

sound judgment and energy, to induce harmony and concert of action

between the regular and volunteer forces, possibly to remove even Wool's

prejudiced and utterly wrong views, certainly in time to prevent the

volunteers of his own territory from being paralyzed in action, and

rendered worse than useless. But he was delayed, and in his absence

bitter prejudice and divided councils ruled the hour, and the war, which

should have been brought to an end in a single season by a few quick,

strong blows, was suffered to drag on for years.

After the reception by the volunteers the train moved up the Walla Walla

to a point opposite the mission and went into camp, where it remained

the next three days. The weather grew intensely cold, the glass ranging

27° below zero; nevertheless, the governor kept the officers at work

gathering information concerning trails, crossings of rivers, etc., with

a view to military operations, and had a conference with Major Chinn as

to pushing against the Indians beyond Snake River; but it appeared that

the lack of rations and transportation rendered an advance

impracticable, and of course no move could be made while the severe

weather continued. On the 24th the camp was moved four miles farther

upstream to a more sheltered spot, with plenty of wood, and where there

was a deserted house, which the governor and the officers occupied. The

cold weather continued unabated for fourteen days. The men had all they

could do to keep the fires going and avoid freezing, and many of the

horses in the volunteer camp were frozen to death. Although the ground

was covered with snow, the animals found grass enough projecting above

it, or by pawing it off, to avoid starvation. Herds of cattle, abandoned

by the Indians in their flight, grazed within sight of camp, and were

driven in and slaughtered as needed, and great flocks of

prairie-chickens roosted in the trees about camp, so there was no lack

of food.

On the 29th the governor dismissed the Nez Perce escort, who were to

return home under Craig as soon as the cold abated, thanking them for

their fidelity and services, and charging them to stay on their own side

of Snake River, and shun intercourse with the hostiles. The friendly

Cuyuse, Steachus, attended this conference, very desirous of joining the

Nez Perces and moving into their country, and asking permission to do

so. "I am really afraid of those whites, those volunteers," said he. The

Nez Perce chiefs strongly supported him in his request. Said Spotted

Eagle: "I am glad to hear those Indians ask to go with us. It looks as

if they wished to live and do right when they talk of joining the Nez

Perces." But the governor, after considering the matter for a day,

denied the request, for the reason that he feared that the disaffected

and hostile kindred of these friendly Cuyuses would be constantly

visiting them, and would exert a bad influence upon the Nez Perces, whom

he wished to keep entirely aloof from the hostiles.

On the last day of the year, the cold weather continuing with

unmitigated severity, the governor decided to hasten below in advance of

the train, deeming his presence imperatively required within the

settlements on Puget Sound, and issued general orders directing Colonel

Doty to move the train to the Dalles as soon as the weather permitted,

and there muster out the Stevens Guards and Spokane Invincibles,

constituting the Walla Walla Battalion, appointing Craig lieutenant and

aide-de-camp, and instructing him as to marching home and disbanding the

Nez Perce allies, and taking measures for protecting that tribe against

hostile raids or attempts, and assigning Colonel Shaw of the territorial

militia to take charge of matters in the valley, organize the settlers

and friendly Indians as a military force, to act as their own guards at

least, and appointing Sidney S. Ford and Green McCafferty captain and

lieutenant of volunteers respectively as his assistants, and finally

returning thanks to the battalion

"for the alacrity with which they have obeyed his orders and

discharged their duty, for their constancy and manliness in the

rapid movement which they made from the Spokane to this valley in

bad weather and in an inclement season, a movement begun and half

accomplished with the certain knowledge that a large force of

hostile Indians were to be met in this valley, and no expectation

that aid was near at hand and would be extended in season.

"But aid was at hand, and the commander-in-chief would do injustice

to his own feelings, and those of the men of his immediate command,

if in the general order he did not acknowledge the services of the

gallant volunteers of Oregon, who successfully met in arms in this

valley the combined forces of the hostile Indians at the time he was

moving from the Spokane to the Nez Perce country."

On New Year's Day, 1856, Governor Stevens started for the Dalles,

accompanied only by his son, Pearson, Robie, the Nez Perce chief,

Captain John, and the captive Ume-how-lish, and reached that point in

three days and a half. The intense cold continued unabated. Every

morning the little party saddled in the darkness and started at daylight

without breakfast, pushed their horses at a speed of ten miles an hour

for about six hours, making about sixty miles, and made camp early in

the afternoon, giving the horses several hours to graze before dark, and

themselves plenty of time to gather wood, build up a rousing fire, and

cook and eat a tremendous meal, breakfast, dinner, and supper in one;

then early to bed, sound slumbers, and off again at daylight. All the

streams were crossed on the ice until the Des Chutes River was reached.

Here was found a great gorge of broken ice twenty feet deep, through the

centre of which the rapid and powerful stream had torn its way, a

hundred yards wide, bordered by perpendicular walls of ice. Carefully

leading their horses over the broken ice masses, they reached the usual

fording-place, only to find the dark, swirling river sweeping past

twenty feet below them at the foot of this perpendicular and impassable

icy cliff, while a similar obstacle stared at them from the other side

of the river, and barred exit from the stream even should its passage be

accomplished. But, nothing daunted, all set to work with stakes and

knives, and at length broke down a barely passable path to the ford.

Captain John now led the way across, the water coming to the

saddle-skirts; a practicable passage out was found, and all felt much

relieved as they again spurred on.

Resting one day at the Dalles, and accompanied only by his son and a

guide, the governor continued his journey by the trail down the Oregon

side of the Columbia. It was a little-used track, barely passable, or

indeed visible, in many places, jammed between the river and the foot of

the great mountain masses and precipices which overhang that mighty and

sublime gorge. Although the severe cold had abated, considerable snow

had fallen, greatly increasing the dangers of the way; but he reached

the lower Cascades without mishap, and crossed to the Washington side

late in the evening of the second day, spending the intermediate night

at Hood River, at the house of Mr. Coe. The next day he continued by

land, passing in rear of Cape Horn, and reached a landing on the

Columbia, six miles above Vancouver, soon after dark. Here a ship's

long-boat, a stout, staunch craft, with a good sail, was obtained, with

a crew of three sturdy fellows. On getting well out in the river away

from land, a terrific gale came tearing downstream, struck the boat, and

drove her on at great speed. The sail was quickly reefed, but the little

craft careened to the gunwale; the waves broke over her; only incessant

bailing kept her afloat. The dark night, the tumultuous waves, the

howling gale, the open boat tearing along with the helmsman braced

against the tiller, the bailer dipping the water overboard with furious

haste, and the rest of the party clinging to the upper rail with

clenched grasp and tense faces, can never be forgotten by one who

witnessed the scene. Vancouver was reached in twenty-six minutes from

starting, and all landed with a strong feeling of relief at having

escaped a watery grave.

The governor again endeavored to communicate with General Wool, and

hastened to Portland to see him, but he had left on the steamer for San

Francisco only the day before.

The journey up the Cowlitz in canoe and across the muddy road to Olympia

was made in three days, without special incident to vary the monotony of

toil and discomfort ever attending it at that season, and on January 19,

after an absence of nearly nine months, the governor reached Olympia,

and found himself once more at home with his family.

During the governor's absence Mrs. Stevens, with her little girls and

the nurse Ellen, spent several weeks on Whitby Island, at the home of a

family named Crockett, in hopes that the stronger sea air of that

locality would overcome the Panama fever, from which they were still

suffering. The Crocketts were hearty and kindly Kentucky farmer folks of

the best type, and received the sick lady and her children with

warm-hearted hospitality and kindness. Mrs. Stevens with the children

used frequently to bathe in the Sound, and on one occasion, as they were

in the water, a band of northern Indians was observed approaching in

their great war-canoes at rapid speed. Mr. Crockett hastened to the

beach in great apprehension and hurried the bathers to the house,

declaring that the predatory savages would be sure to seize and carry

them off, if they were given an opportunity. Under the invigorating

open-air life on the island and the excellent fare, with abundance of

venison and other game, the family rapidly regained health, and after

their visit returned in canoes to Olympia.

Mrs. Stevens afterward visited the military post at Steilacoom, and the

wives of the officers there visited her in Olympia, and it was at her

house that Mrs. Slaughter received news of the death of her husband,

Lieutenant W.A. Slaughter, who was killed by the Indians, December 5.

Several times, after the war broke out, circumstantial and apparently

trustworthy reports were brought of the massacre of the governor and his

party by the Indians, all of which Mrs. Stevens utterly disbelieved.

She scouted even more decidedly the idea that he would return by way of

the Missouri and Isthmus of Panama, which his friends were so strongly

urging him to do, and declared to them that he would certainly come back

by the direct route, no matter what obstacles might intervene.

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