THE VILLAGE OF THE MANDANS
"THAT'S a bitter disappointment, Captain Lewis," declared Dick, when
he could speak clearly, after gulping down the lump that arose in his
throat.
"Yes, I can well understand that it must seem so, after all the
adventures and hardships you have met with in order to overtake us,"
replied the genial leader of the exploring party; "but, then, what is
to hinder you from accompanying us as far as the Mandan country, where
we will undoubtedly come upon Williams again, and you can induce him
to affix his signature to the document? Indeed, both Captain Clark and
myself will only too gladly witness it, if that would please you."
Dick looked at Roger, and the latter smiled, although a moment before
he had felt the bitter tears of disappointment welling into his eyes.
"It is the only thing we can do, Roger!"
"And, after all, what could be nicer, since it will give us a chance
to be in the company of Captains Lewis and Clark for many days," the
other rejoined, as though he had seen the sun gleam through the rain
clouds.
"And," the commander continued, encouragingly, "after we have decided
where we shall spend the winter, somewhere near the Mandan village, so
as to undertake the scaling of the mountains when spring comes again,
we may be sending a couple of scouts back down the river with a message
to the President, to inform him of what success we have met with thus
far, since he will be anxious to know. If you choose, you can accompany
that party; or, if you would rather remain with us, entrust one of
them--a reliable man he shall be--with your valuable document, to be
delivered, on my word of honor, to your grandfather on their reaching
St. Louis."
"Oh!"
That was all Roger said, but the light that flashed across his eager,
boyish face baffled description. What Captain Lewis had just said
amounted to an invitation to join the exploring force, and be a member
of the expedition that was bound to go down in history as famous.
And perhaps quiet, sober Dick experienced some of the same enthusiasm,
although he was better able to restrain his feelings. The prospect of
being in the company of these hardy souls for days, and perhaps weeks,
was a pleasant one; and, if that pleasure were extended to the entire
winter and following summer, it would be the greatest event of their
lives.
Dick realized that, having said as much as he had, it was only right
that he should go into more details concerning the scheme of the French
trader to legally cheat them out of their homes.
Accordingly, he told all that he knew about it, both of the commanders
listening with considerable interest, and expressing their sympathy
with the settlers.
"I have heard of this Lascelles," remarked Captain Lewis, "and nothing
to his credit, either. He is certainly a rascal. It is a pity the law
cannot reach such as he; but his cunning always keeps him from putting
his neck in the rope. But some fine day he is certain to meet his
fate at the hands of some furious frontiersman whom he has cheated. I
understand that, years ago, he used to be a trapper, and by degrees
changed into a buyer of pelts, and a rich trader."
"I have met him many times," said Captain Clark, "and never liked
the man. He is one of those blustering bullies, who believes he can
frighten others by a black frown, and hard words."
When the expedition once more started, the boys were looked upon as
members of the party. They had a most delightful afternoon, vastly
different from the distress and gloom of the earlier part of the day.
All that was done they watched with considerable interest, learning how
these expert French Canadian watermen managed, in order to cope with
the swift current of the river at its worst stage.
It was agreed by all that the flood would subside almost as quickly as
it had come, and that inside of two days the river would probably be
at about the same level as before. Still, as it kept on rising for the
balance of the afternoon, Dick was of the opinion that the island must
have been fully covered, which, had they remained there, would have
necessitated their climbing the tree, in order to keep from being swept
away.
They were bubbling over with delight at their improved prospects.
"I'll always believe in that old saying about its being 'darkest just
before dawn,'" Roger remarked, as they rode on ahead of the rest of the
party, though there were always a few scouts far in the van to look
for signs of hostile Indians, who might be trying to lay some sort of
ambush, with the design of sending a shower of arrows among the whites.
"Who are these Mandan Indians the captain was telling us about, Dick?"
asked the younger boy, while they rode together late in the afternoon,
with a fair sky overhead, and a brisk breeze blowing that seemed to
hint of the autumn season not so far away.
"I've heard some talk about them," replied Dick; "and people say they
are different from all the other tribes up here. Some call them the
white Indians, because they seem to be less of a coppery hue than
the rest. And they have many queer customs, which we may see for
ourselves--if we have to stick by the expedition that long, at least."
(Note 5.)
"'At least!'" echoed Roger, meaningly; "that sounds as if you might be
thinking of accepting Captain Lewis's invitation to become members of
the expedition, and go all the way with him to the Western ocean."
Dick sighed.
"Sometimes I am tempted to say I'd like nothing better, if we could
be positive that the paper, that is going to save our parents' homes,
was sure of reaching the hands of Grandfather Armstrong. Then again,
a longing to see my mother and father and Sam will grip me, and shake
that temptation off."
"It is the same with me, Dick; and, yet, just think what a glorious
chance we have to see wonderful things. It will never come to us
again; and perhaps our parents would think we were foolish not to take
advantage of it now. Of course I never would dream of such a thing, if
we couldn't get that paper home to them; but Captain Lewis assured us
it would go just as safely with his messengers as though we carried it
ourselves."
"Yes, that's so, Roger; and we'll talk it over," Dick went on hastily.
"Surely we shall have plenty of time for that as the days pass by. And,
if we can see our way clear to do it honorably, without feeling that we
are wrong, perhaps--"
"You will say stay?" exclaimed the other, joyfully.
"Wait and see," was the only satisfaction Dick would give his impetuous
companion; but Roger knew that the seed had been planted, and he had
reason to believe it must germinate in good season, if all went well.
Then came the camp, as evening approached.
How different it all was to what they had been used to doing. There was
apparently no reason for concealment. The fires blazed brightly and
cheerfully, and the preparations for cooking the evening meal were gone
about in a manner quite the opposite to what they had become accustomed
to; the men laughing and chatting as they hovered around the several
fires, while sentries, posted by Captain Clark to ensure against any
surprise, stood their posts, grim and faithful.
One of the voyageurs, a man named Fields, seemed to be particularly
interested in the two lads, and they learned the reason why when they
came to chat with him later in the evening, sitting beside a fire.
"I knew Pat O'Mara," he told them, "and often heard him tell about your
fathers, who were to him Bob and Sandy Armstrong. I also knew Daniel
Boone and Simon Kenton in the days gone by, for I have roamed over all
the country between the Great Lakes and Kentucky. And it pleases me to
think that I've run across the sons of those pioneers who came down the
Ohio River when its banks were lined with savage Shawanees, Delawares
and other red foes, waiting for a chance to surprise settlers, and lift
their scalps."
Fields, whose name will be found written on the scroll of fame as a
member of that wonderful little party, was a man of more than ordinary
intelligence, and both Dick and Roger came to be very fond of him in
the long days that followed, as they continued to press on, always into
the northwest, with the river gradually becoming smaller the farther
they advanced toward its unknown source.
The two Armstrong boys were not willing to simply act as guests, and
accept favors. They wanted to do their part toward supplying the
expedition with fresh meat while in company with those who had been so
kind to them.
So from time to time they went out, generally in the company of some
older hunter, like Fields, to look for buffalo, elk, antelope or any
other kind of game. And, as had usually been the case in their hunts,
the boys were lucky in finding plenty of game; so that before long they
began to be looked on as the main source of fresh meat supply for the
camp.
They met with more or less adventure while engaged in this work;
but nothing of a really serious nature came along. Nor were they so
unfortunate as to run across hostile Indians, though constantly warned
to keep a sharp lookout for signs of the treacherous Sioux, who were
feared more than any of the other tribes along the upper reaches of
the "Big Muddy," as the Missouri came to be called even in those early
days, on account of the condition of its turgid waters.
Another thing Dick and Roger bore in mind, and this was the possible
presence of the French trader, François Lascelles, and his son Alexis
in the neighborhood. Not a thing had they heard concerning this pair
since leaving St. Louis, and secretly Dick was hoping that they had
been turned back by the innumerable obstacles they must have met with
soon after starting.
It was only natural that, finding themselves in the company of such
men as Fields, who were wrapped up heart and soul in the determination
of the expedition to cross the mighty mountain chain that was known to
stand as a barrier between the plains and the far distant Western sea,
the boys should become daily more and more deeply interested in the
enterprise.
By degrees even the stern resolution of Dick to let nothing tempt
him to delay his return to the mother whom he missed so much, was
weakening; and it seemed probable that in the end he would be ready to
accede to Roger's eager plea that they cast their fortunes in with the
others, on condition that the signed document could be surely carried
to Grandfather Armstrong by a trusty messenger.
As they ascended higher up the river, and it became clearer, the
fishing became greatly improved. Often of an evening, when waiting for
supper to be announced, Roger would indulge to his heart's content in
his favorite sport; so that many a time he was able to supply fish for
the whole camp.
There were other ways in which the two lads proved that they were
hunters with a good knowledge of the habits of game. When the river
ran through great sections of wooded country, as frequently happened,
they would take a dugout canoe, and, after dark had set in, push
further up-stream, keeping close to the shore, and carrying a lighted
torch in the bow.
In this way they frequently sighted deer that were feeding in the
water, possibly making a meal from certain lily pads they fancied.
Startled by the sudden glow of the wonderful fire, they would often
stand there, staring as though unable to understand what it all
meant, until the keen eyes of those in the boat sighted them, when
a well-aimed arrow would very likely provide the camp with another
abundant supply of food.
Once the boys came unexpectedly on a buffalo bull also standing
knee-deep in the river, drinking his fill, or cooling off after a
warm day. And Roger, being quick to act, had fired his feathered barb
almost before Dick could warn him to be careful. The result was that
the wounded beast charged the boat, and upset it, so that the boys
were given wet jackets, and might have even suffered the loss of their
long-barreled guns only that they had the good sense to keep a tight
grip on these as they floundered in the water.
The enraged and wounded buffalo was ready to attack them again, and so
Dick, in order to settle the matter in their favor, was compelled to
make use of his rifle, shooting the bull at close quarters, just as he
was rushing toward the spot where Roger was splashing in his endeavor
to keep his head above the surface.
It can be understood that after such an experience Roger was apt to
stay his hand whenever it happened that they discovered a buffalo in
the river; since another time they might not chance to be so fortunate.
So the days passed, and the pioneer boys were enjoying themselves
vastly; but the time came when the peaceful scene was suddenly changed.
There seemed to be a commotion ahead, and the boys, who had been riding
in the rear, galloped up in order to learn what it all meant.
Some of the scouts had come in to announce that they were now drawing
close to the Mandan village, where Captain Lewis was thinking of
settling down for the autumn and winter, if the signs were favorable.
This meant, if he could make the chief a good friend by the bestowal
of presents, such as looking-glasses, beads, knives, and other things
kept in stock for this very purpose.
"To-morrow, they say, we ought to be there," Roger told Dick, as they
rode on.
"Yes, and oh! how I hope that we will find Jasper Williams waiting for
the expedition to arrive," returned Dick, with considerable emotion;
for the longer this meeting was delayed, the more it began to get upon
their nerves.
"Well," remarked Roger, turning philosopher for once, "we've been
so lucky up to now that I don't see how we could miss getting his
signature to that paper. He must be in the Mandan village; and by
to-morrow night we may have had the two captains witness the signing of
his name, that will mean so much to all at home."
"You're right, Roger, and I believe the same, deep in my heart," Dick
went on. "And, even if he should be away when we get to the Mandan
village, it can only be for a short time. We will find him, believe
that, if we have to go out after him."
All that evening they were rather silent. The near approach of the
crisis in their affairs rather appalled the lads. They had anticipated
this thing for so long a time, that the coming of the fateful hour,
when all must be put to the test, rather unnerved them.
Little sleep visited their eyes that night, for Captain Lewis had
informed them that some time on the morrow they would reach the Mandan
village. He had received a message from Williams, reporting that the
great chief of the Mandans was disposed to be friendly, and was sending
a token of amity in the shape of presents, being handsome robes,
decorated after the Indian custom, and very valuable.
With the coming of the dawn the expedition again commenced its forward
move. As the river flowed smoothly all through this region they were
able to make rapid progress throughout the morning, and most of the
afternoon.
About three o'clock they came to the great Mandan village, situated
among the trees in a place where the country was rolling. Long before
they arrived they knew they were drawing near the place, from the
uproar that greeted their ears--the beating of tomtoms, barking of
dogs, neighing of horses, and all manner of sounds that would indicate
unusual excitement.
Then a large band of warriors came out to greet them, with orders that
the white men should be given all honors as the guests of the chief.
Thus those on the three boats, as well as that part of the expedition
ashore, were escorted to the village, amid a great clamor. But it was
to be noticed that the soldiers kept close together, and had their guns
always in a condition for immediate use, to impress the Indians with
their ability to defend themselves.
But the Mandans were evidently disposed to be friendly. They lacked the
fierce disposition of the Sioux, with whom they were constantly at war,
though they could fight, and bravely too, when they had to.
Once in the Indian village, the boys saw a thousand things of interest
around them; for this was the first opportunity they ever had had to
roam about among the lodges of a large Indian camp. But they were in
a fever of suspense concerning Jasper Williams; for surely the scout
would have shown himself at their approach, had he been there.
Captain Lewis, knowing the anxious state of their minds, had promised
to ask the chief concerning the scout in his first interview; and they
hung around the wigwam which, by its gay markings, they knew must be
the council chamber, and into which both the captains had been led half
an hour before.
"Here he comes!" announced Roger, finally, in a gleeful tone.
Dick did not answer, for he could see that Captain Lewis looked
serious, as though he had rather disappointing news for them; and his
heart seemed to almost cease beating for a brief interval as the leader
of the explorers advanced toward the spot where he and Roger stood
awaiting him.