CHAPTER XII.

I KILL THE DEER--MORE WONDERS--MEET MANLEY AND SERGEANT CUSTIS

AT LAST--A PLEASANT EVENING--PARCHED WITH THIRST AMIDST

SPARKLING STREAMS--OUR HAZARDOUS JOURNEY OVER THE

MOUNTAINS--SAFE ARRIVAL AT FORT HARWOOD--WELCOMED BY THE

COMMANDANT--AN EXPEDITION ORGANIZED TO DRIVE THE INDIANS FROM

THE COUNTRY--MANLEY COMMANDS IT--I ACCOMPANY HIM--MEET BARNEY

AND KLITZ, STILL BOUND FOR CALIFORNIA--BARNEY GIVES AN ACCOUNT

OF THEIR ESCAPE--THEIR JOURNEY STOPPED--THEY RETURN WITH US--WE

MEET PIOMINGO AND HIS SQUAW--TELLS US THAT HE HAS BURIED THE

WAR-HATCHET--HEAR AN ALARMING ACCOUNT OF BARTLE--ASCEND THE

MOUNTAIN TO WHERE WE LEFT UNCLE JEFF--FIND HIM AND CLARICE

WELL--HE HAS OBTAINED A LARGE SUPPLY OF PELTRIES--OUR RETURN TO

WINNEMAK'S CAMP--MAYSOTTA ACCOMPANIES CLARICE TO ROARING WATER.

Although I had not forgotten the friends I hoped soon to see, my

instinct as a hunter made me anxious to secure the deer, as it might

possibly get up again, and be lost to us by springing into the river.

Acting on this impulse, therefore, I ran up to the wounded animal. The

poor brute was endeavouring to rise on its knees, so, hamstringing it

with my knife, I effectually prevented it from escaping. I had, however,

to approach it cautiously, for a blow from its antlers, even in its

present state, might prove dangerous. I managed at length to reach its

throat, when its struggles speedily ceased.

I now looked round for my friends, in the expectation of seeing them at

any moment, for I was sure they would follow the deer; but they did not

come. Still I could not have been mistaken. The animal had been shot by

a rifle bullet; it was a rifle I had heard fired. Had Indian hunters

shot the deer, they would certainly have followed more closely at its

heels; and besides, they were not likely to have rifles.

After having secured the deer, I hastened in the direction from whence

it had come, expecting that every moment would solve the mystery. Yet,

eager as I was, my eyes could not avoid remarking the wonderful objects

around me. On one side was a basin, its projecting rim carved with

marvellously intricate tracery, while the waters within were tinted with

all the colours of the rainbow. On the other side appeared a mass

greatly resembling an ancient castle. It rose more than forty feet above

the plain, while in its midst was a turret of still greater dimensions.

A succession of steps, formed by the substances in the water which had

become hardened, led up to it, ornamented with bead and shell work;

while large masses, shaped like cauliflowers or spongy-formed corals,

projected from the walls. Out of this curious structure, as I was

passing it, shot a column of water sixty feet or more in height, vast

volumes of steam escaping at the same time.

[Illustration: A JOYFUL MEETING.]

It seems curious that I should have been able to remark these objects at

a time when my mind was occupied by a matter of so much importance.

Still I could not avoid seeing the objects; and although I did not at

the time think much about them, they stamped their impression on my mind

as I went along. Suddenly two figures appeared, which put every other

object out of my sight. My eyes were fixed upon them; I had no doubt

that they were Manley and Sergeant Custis. I shouted. They saw and heard

me, and came hurrying forward, and we were soon warmly shaking hands.

"Ralph, my dear fellow! we feared that you were lost," exclaimed Manley,

"and we have been hunting for you day after day. How haggard you look!

How did you manage to lose us? and what has become of your rifle?"

These and numerous other questions I had briefly to answer. How they had

missed me, they could not very clearly tell. Instead, however, of coming

westward, they had for some time hunted about in the very neighbourhood

where they had at first lost sight of me. At length they reached one of

my camps, and from thence they had followed me up, although they had

been compelled, as I had, to take shelter during the storm.

Of course, they were as much delighted as I was with the extraordinary

region in which we found ourselves; and I could now enjoy an examination

of its wonders far more than I did at first.

We were very anxious to push on, in order to carry relief to our

friends, and to punish the Arrapahas for their audacious raid on our

territory, but that evening we could proceed no farther. We therefore

cut up the deer, and carried as much of its flesh as we required to

camp, where we built a hut, and employed the evening in preparing the

venison for the remainder of our journey--for we had snowy heights to

surmount, where we might be unable to meet with game. An abundant meal

and a night's rest completely set me up; and my friends insisting on

alternately keeping watch, I was allowed to sleep on without

interruption.

I must pass rapidly over the next few days of our journey. We worked our

way along the rugged gorges through which the river forced a passage,

and we had torrents to cross, precipitous mountains to climb, amid

glaciers and masses of snow, where by a false step we should have been

hurled to destruction. But we were mercifully preserved.

Game in these wild regions is scarce, and we were frequently hard

pressed for food. In one of the valleys, at the beginning of this part

of our journey, nowhere was a drop of drinkable water to be found. For

hours we walked on, with bright fountains bubbling up on every side; but

they were scalding hot, or so impregnated with minerals that we dared

not touch them. Our fate promised to be like that of Tantalus: with

water on every side, we were dying of thirst. At length I espied, high

up on the mountain slope, a little green oasis, scarcely larger than a

small dinner-plate. I scrambled up to it, and, putting down my hand,

found a fountain of cool bright water issuing forth. I shouted to my

companions, who quickly joined me. Never was nectar drank with more

delight; and, revived and strengthened, we again pushed on.

Sometimes we slept in caverns, sometimes in huts built of clods and

boughs. Frequently we had to camp on the bare ground, without shelter,

our feet as close to the fire as we could venture to place them without

running the risk of their being scorched.

At last, to our great joy, we saw the western plains stretching out

before us. I call them the plains, although hills of all heights rose in

their midst. Far away to the south-west was the great Salt Lake; while

in front of us were the mountainous regions bordering the

Pacific,--California and its newly-discovered gold-mines. Now descending

steep slopes, now traversing gorges, now climbing down precipices, now

following the course of a rapid stream, we ultimately reached level

ground, and at last arrived at Fort Harwood.

"Why, Broadstreet, my dear fellow!" exclaimed the commandant, who, with

a number of other officers, came out on seeing us approach, "we had

given you up as lost! Some emigrants who escaped from a train which was

attacked reported that every white man on the other side of the pass,

for miles to the southward, had been murdered. They had heard, also,

that an officer and his men had been cut off, so we naturally concluded

you were the unhappy individual."

"Such would have been our fate, if we had attempted to get through the

pass; but, guided by my friend here, we crossed the mountain, for the

purpose of asking you to send a force of sufficient strength to drive

back the Indians, with their rascally white allies," answered the

lieutenant.

"The very thing I purposed doing, if I could obtain a trustworthy

guide," said the commandant.

"You could not have a more trustworthy one than my friend, Ralph

Middlemore," answered Manley. "He knows the mountains better than any

white man we are likely to find; and as for Indians, I would not put

confidence in one of them."

Of course, I at once expressed my willingness to undertake the duty

proposed; and the expedition was speedily arranged. Our troops may not

have had a very military appearance, but the men knew how to handle

their rifles, and had had experience in border warfare. We numbered

fifty in all, besides the drivers of the baggage horses and mules

conveying our provisions and ammunition. All not absolutely necessary

encumbrances were dispensed with, our camp equipage consisting of a few

iron pots, tin cups, and plates. Lieutenant Broadstreet had command of

the party, and he was directed to select a fit site for a new fort in

the neighbourhood of Roaring Water, to assist in holding the Arrapahas

in check for the future.

Not an hour was lost; and by sunrise, two days after our arrival, we

commenced our march. I had advised Manley to let me go ahead with a few

of the most experienced men, to act as scouts, that we might ascertain

whether the enemy still held the pass; but two days had gone by without

any signs of the Indians. The remains of their fires, however, showed

that they had been there not long before. At the end of the second day,

just as we were about to encamp, I caught sight of two figures coming

over the brow of a slight elevation. I rubbed my eyes; was it fancy, or

did I really see Klitz and Barney before me, precisely as I had seen

them on a previous occasion, when attempting to make their escape from

the farm? No doubt about it. There was Barney wheeling a barrow, and

Klitz, with a couple of muskets on his shoulder, marching behind him.

Had I been inclined to superstition, I might have supposed that I beheld

a couple of ghosts, or rather beings of another world; but I was

convinced, unless I was the victim of some optical delusion, that the

two worthies were there in flesh and blood.

I did what every one should do when there exists any doubt about a

matter,--I hastened forward to solve the mystery. No sooner did they see

me than Klitz dropped his muskets, and Barney, letting go the handles of

his wheel-barrow, stood gazing at me with open eyes and outstretched

hands.

"Arrah, now, it's the young masther himself!" exclaimed Barney; whilst

the German uttered an exclamation which I did not comprehend. "Sure,

now, we were afther thinking your honour was kilt intirely," continued

Barney. "Might I be so bold as to ax where your honour comes from now?"

"Let me inquire where you come from, and how you escaped from the

burning house," I said. "Although I am glad to see you, I would rather

you had rejoined your regiment."

"Sure, Mister Ralph dear, we were returned as dead, and it would have

been sore against our consciences to take sarvice under the

circumstances. But your honour was axin' how we escaped. Sure, when I

was hunting for the Redskin spy, didn't I find out the root-house. And

so, afther matters came to the worst, we got in there, with food enough

to last until those thieves who wanted our scalps had taken themselves

off. As to cutting our way through the enemy, I knew well enough that

would not suit me; for I could not run, and Klitz would have been a mark

a mile off. So, when you rushed out, he and I dropped down through the

trap and stowed ourselves away. The Indians, marcifully, niver came to

look for us. In truth, while they were hunting about down came the

building on their heads, and we could hear their shrieks and cries as

they tried to scramble out from among the flames. If it had not been for

a small vent-hole far away up in a corner, we should have been

suffocated, maybe. All day long we could hear them screeching and

hallooing outside the house; but before night the thieves of the world

took themselves off, we suppose, for all was silent.

"At the end of a couple of days we thought we might safely venture to

take a few mouthfuls of fresh air, and begin to work our way out from

among the ruins. It was no easy job, but we got free at last. Neither

Redskin nor white man was to be seen; and of all the buildings, the hut

and the mill only were standing. The villains had carried off all our

blankets and most of the cooking-pots, but enough was left for our

wants, seeing that we had nothing to put in them. However, Klitz was not

the boy to starve. He soon caught some fish, and I got hold of a sheep

which came up to the door; and if there had only been a dhrop of the

cratur', we should have lived like princes. One thing there was which

the Indians had not carried off, and that was a wheel-barrow. When Klitz

saw it, 'We will go to California!' says he. Says I, 'I'm the boy for

it!' So, as we had our muskets and a few rounds of ammunition, afther

drying the mutton and making some other necessary preparations we set

off. The Indians had left the country, and no one stopped us, so surely

your honour won't be so hard as to stop us now!"

"That must depend on what Lieutenant Broadstreet has to say in the

matter," I observed. "I am under his orders, and will conduct you to

him."

Klitz elongated his visage on hearing this, but Barney took the matter

with his usual good-humour.

In consideration of the dangers the men had gone through, and their

conduct in the defence of the farm, the lieutenant treated them kindly.

He could not allow them to continue on their way to California, of

course, which they most certainly would never have reached, but he

inflicted no greater punishment than ordering them to mount the

baggage-mules and return with us.

We did not entirely rely on Barney's report that the Indians had left

the neighbourhood, though it perhaps made us less cautious than we would

otherwise have been. As I was well mounted, I frequently went on a

considerable distance ahead, eager to fall in with some one from whom I

might gain intelligence of Uncle Jeff, Clarice, or our friends. I did

not suppose that Uncle Jeff would remain in the mountains where we had

left him, but that he would certainly have come down to meet us; or

perhaps, should Bartle and Gideon have escaped, he might have rejoined

them and returned to Roaring Water.

We had got through the pass, and were about to march to the southward,

in the hope of overtaking the enemy, should they be still lingering in

that part of the country, when I saw smoke ascending from the level

ground close to the foot of the mountain, and some way ahead. On

watching it, I was satisfied that it rose from an encampment of white or

red men. As there was little doubt that information could be obtained

from the inhabitants, whoever they were, the sergeant and I, with two

well-mounted troopers, rode forward, keeping on the alert to guard

against coming suddenly on an enemy.

As we got nearer, I saw, by means of a telescope which I had obtained at

the fort, an Indian camp of a more permanent character than I had yet

fallen in with in that neighbourhood. This was a proof that the

inhabitants were friendly.

[Illustration: PIOMINGO AND HIS SQUAW.]

In a short time several persons appeared; and on seeing us one of them

came forward, habited in the costume of a chief, a quiver at his back

and a bow in his hand. A squaw followed him. He stopped and gazed at me.

Then, as I rode on, he advanced, and, putting out his hand, exclaimed,--

"You know me!--Piomingo. This my squaw. You save my life and her life,

and I am ever your friend."

I told him that I was very glad to see him, and that he could give me

information I very much desired. In the course of conversation he

informed me that he had talked with Winnemak, and had buried, as he

said, the war-hatchet; and he had therefore come and settled in that

district. He had also preserved my horse with the greatest care; and, he

added, he was ready to restore him to me in good condition. With regard

to Uncle Jeff, he could tell me nothing. As my uncle, however, had not

rejoined Winnemak, I concluded that the latter was still in the

mountains, well contented with his new locality, and engaged in shooting

and trapping.

"Can you give me any information about my other friends?" I asked.

One white man, he said, had gone to Winnemak's camp; and from his

description I had little doubt that the person he spoke of was either

Bartle or Gideon. I was very sure, however, that either of them would

without delay have rejoined Uncle Jeff. What Piomingo told me about the

other caused me much anxiety. He had been captured by the Arrapahas, he

said, who had carried him about with them; probably, according to their

cruel custom, with the intention of ultimately putting him to death in

some barbarous manner.

As Piomingo volunteered to lead a party of us in search of the

marauders, who still had, according to his report, a white man with

them, I at once accepted his offer, and would gladly have set off

immediately; but it was important first to carry assistance to Uncle

Jeff and Clarice, who could not fail--so Manley thought--to require it.

He and I, with twenty troopers and some of our baggage animals,

accordingly turned to the northward, leaving Sergeant Custis and the

remainder of our force to watch the pass, in order to prevent the return

of the Arrapahas.

We pushed on as fast as our horses would go, the lieutenant being fully

as eager as I was, but it took us two days to reach the foot of the

mountains. Manley declared that he could not have found the spot had it

not been for my assistance. We here formed camp, while he and I, with

six of our strongest baggage animals, and men to look after them, took

our way up the mountain.

I need scarcely describe the route. Sometimes we made tolerable

progress, at other times we had to use the greatest caution to escape

falling over the precipices which we had now on one side, now on the

other. But the most arduous part of the undertaking was forcing our way

through the primeval forests, over trunks of trees, and through pools of

water, into which the horses sank up to their knees. The poor brutes had

an uncomfortable time of it. The men, armed with thick sticks, went

behind whacking them unmercifully, while others dragged away at their

heads. I was thankful to have the task of acting as guide, although it

was not an easy one--having every now and then to climb over fallen logs

or leap across pools. I was, however, saved the pain of witnessing the

sufferings of the animals; and I determined, if possible, to find an

easier path down again.

[Illustration: FOREST-TRAVELLING.]

At length a height which separated us from the first valley was passed;

and looking down, to our infinite satisfaction we caught sight of a

well-constructed hut, with a wreath of smoke ascending from its chimney.

All, then, was likely to be well. Manley and I, leaving our men to

follow with the animals, hurried down, and in less than a quarter of an

hour we were shaking hands with Uncle Jeff and Clarice. I need scarcely

describe how Manley and my fair young sister met, but it was very

evident that they were not sorry to see each other. Rachel came out,

beaming with smiles; and in a short time Pat Sperry appeared, followed

by another person whom I was truly glad to see--Gideon Tuttle. The

latter had joined Uncle Jeff some days before. Although desperately

wounded, he had managed to make his escape, and had lain in hiding in

the mountains for several days, till he had recovered sufficient

strength to travel. The report he gave us of Bartle, however, was truly

alarming. There could be no doubt that he had been captured by the

Indians, and, Gideon feared, must have been put to death by them; but

when I told him what Piomingo said, he became more hopeful as to the

fate of his old friend.

"If he is alive, we will find him out, wherever he may be!" he

exclaimed. "Even if the varmints have him in the middle of their camp,

we will manage to set him free."

Uncle Jeff, as I expected, had not been idle. Ever since the day we had

left him, he had been hunting and trapping, and had collected a large

store of skins of all sorts of animals, with dried meat enough to supply

an army. The baggage animals we had brought could carry but a small

amount of the stores collected by Uncle Jeff. It was arranged,

therefore, that a larger number should be sent up as soon as possible,

to bring away the remainder. Who was to take charge of them? was the

question. Uncle Jeff, Gideon, and I, were naturally anxious to return to

Roaring Water, that we might get up huts and re-establish ourselves

before the commencement of winter.

While we were in this dilemma, Winnemak and several of his braves

appeared. On hearing of our difficulty, he said, "Commit them to my

care. I will protect them with my life--although I believe no one will

venture up here to carry them off. I have, as yet, had few opportunities

of showing my gratitude. I failed to assist you, when I wished to do so,

against the Arrapahas; but in this matter I can, at all events, render

you a service."

"Where will Maysotta remain while you are up in the mountains?" asked

Uncle Jeff, after he had accepted Winnemak's offer.

"Oh, let her come with us!" exclaimed Clarice. "I wish to show her that

I am grateful for the service which she rendered me; and she may perhaps

be pleased with the life we lead. She has several times expressed a wish

to know how white people spend their time."

The chief, who seldom interfered with the movements of his daughter,

replied that she was at liberty to do as she wished, and that we should

find her in the camp at the foot of the mountains.

Lieutenant Broadstreet had to rejoin his men as soon as possible, and no

time, therefore, was lost in commencing our journey down the mountain.

Winnemak and several of his people were left in charge of Uncle Jeff's

hut and stores.

We had not a few difficulties to encounter on our return, but Clarice,

by whose side Manley rode whenever the path would permit, endured them

bravely; and we ultimately, without accident, reached the foot of the

mountains, where we found Maysotta encamped with the remainder of her

people. She was well pleased with the proposal Clarice made to her; and

her baggage being put into little bulk, she mounted her horse and

accompanied us forthwith.

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