CHAPTER III.

The Trapper's Life--Indian Horse Thieves--Carson's Skilful Pursuit

and Surprise of the Savages--Arrival at Los Angeles--Trouble with the

Authorities--A Singular Escape.

The trappers being in the heart of the Indian country, with hostile

on every hand, were cautious in all their movements. When one of the

grizzled hunters in the depths of the wilderness fired his gun at

some deer, antelope or bear, he hastily reloaded his rifle, listening

meanwhile for sounds of the stealthy footprints of his enemy. He knew

not when the treacherous shot would be sent from behind the rock

or clump of bushes, but he had learned long before, that, when he

penetrated the western wilds and followed the calling of trapper, he

took his life in his hands and he was ready to "go under," whenever the

fate so decreed.

The most flagrant crime on the frontier is horse stealing. He who shoots

one of his fellow men has a chance of escaping punishment almost as good

as that afforded in civilized communities, but if he steals a horse and

is caught, his case is hopeless. It may be said that the value of the

animal to the hunter or trapper is beyond all calculation, and, inasmuch

as the red man is equally appreciative, Carson always warned his friends

to be on the watch against the dusky thieves. Sentinels were on guard

while others slept, but the very calamity against which they thus sought

to protect themselves overtook them.

One dark night a number of Indians stole by the sentinels and before

their presence was discovered, drove off the major part of the horses.

In the morning, when the alarming truth became known, the employer of

the trappers asked Carson to take twelve of the men and do his utmost

to recover those that were stolen. Carson assented at once, and, in his

quiet, self possessed fashion, collected his comrades who were speedily

in the saddle and galloping along the trail of the thieves.

It may strike the reader that an offhand statement like the foregoing

relates to a proceeding of no special difficulty or peril. A party of

brave white men were pursuing a company of Indian horse thieves and the

chances of escape and capture were about equal. Thus the matter presents

itself to the ordinary spectator, whereas the truth was far different.

In the first place, the savages, being as well mounted as their

pursuers, were sure to maintain a swift pace, so long as they believed

any danger threatened. They would keep a keen watch of the back trail

and would be quick to detect the approach of enemies. If pressed hard,

they would act as the Apaches and Comanches do, when they find the

United States troops at their heels--break up in so many small parties

that it is impossible to follow them.

First of all, therefore, Carson had two achievements before him--and the

accomplishment of either seemed to render the other impossible: he must

travel at a faster rate than the thieves, and, at the same time keep

them in ignorance of his pursuit. It is on such occasions that a man's

woodcraft and knowledge of the country serve him so well. Many a time,

during the career of Kit Carson, did he outwit the red men and white

criminals, not by galloping along with his eye upon their footprints,

but by reasoning out with unerring skill, the destination or refuge

which the criminals had in mind. Having settled that all important

question, he aimed at the same point and frequently reached it first.

Thus it came about that often the fugitive, while hurrying along and

glancing furtively behind him, suddenly found himself face to face with

his pursuer, whose acquaintance with the country enabled him to find the

shorter route.

It took Carson only a few minutes to satisfy himself that the criminals

were heading for the Sierra Nevada Mountains, but, inasmuch as they were

following a direct course, he could only take their trail. Where there

were so many animals in flight, it was impossible to hide their tracks

and the thieves made no attempt to do so. They struck the horses into

a sweeping gallop, which with a few interruptions they maintained until

they were a hundred miles from the camp of the white men and among the

fastnesses of the Sierras.

Then it was the red men made a careful survey of the trail behind them.

The black penetrating eyes scanned the country with a piercing keenness

which it would seem shut out all possibility of concealment. Nowhere

could they detect the faint smoke climbing toward the sky from among the

trees nor could they gain sight of the line of horsemen winding around

the rocks in the distance. Nothing resembling a human being was visible.

Surely they were warranted in believing themselves perfectly secure.

Such being their conclusion, they prepared for a great feast. Six of the

stolen horses were killed and the red men became as ardent hipophagi as

was the club of advanced Parisians a short time ago. The roasted meat

tasted as fine to them as though it was the choicest slices from the

bison or deer, and they ate and frolicked like so many children let

loose for a holiday.

But in the midst of their feast was heard a series of frightful yells

and whoops. The appalled Indians had scarcely time to turn their eyes

when a dozen horsemen, that seemed to have risen from the very ground,

thundered down upon them. Carson and his men had overtaken the thieves

and they now swept down upon them with resistless fury. The fight was

as short as it was fierce. The red men fell on the right and left, and

those who escaped the wrath of the trappers, scattered and ran as if

a hundred bomb shells were exploding around them. Every horse stolen

(except the six killed for the feast) were recovered and Carson took

them back to camp without the loss of a man.

The hunters stayed until early autumn, when their employer decided to go

to New Mexico. The journey led for a great portion of the way through a

country over which they had travelled, and which therefore was familiar

to them. After halting a brief while at the Mission of San Fernando,

they arrived at Los Angeles, which like the rest of the country as the

reader knows, belonged to Mexico. As it was apparent that the horsemen

were hunters and trappers, the authorities demanded their written

license to pursue their calling in Mexican territory. Such was the law

and the officials were warranted in making the demand, but it need not

be said that the party were compelled to admit they had nothing of the

kind in their possession.

The authorities thereupon determined to arrest the hunters, but knowing

their desperate nature, hesitated as to the safe means of doing so. They

finally hit upon a rather ingenious, though unfair means of disarming

the white men: they began giving them "fire water" to drink, refusing

to accept pay therefor. Those who lead lives of hardship and peril are

generally fond of such indulgence, and, though the trappers could not

fail to understand the purpose of the Mexicans, and though they knew the

disastrous consequences of giving away to temptation, they yielded and

took in their mouths the enemy which stole away their brains.

The employer became alarmed and saw that something must be done at once

or everything would be lost. Carson had been too wise to fall into the

snare, and he turned to him.

"Take three of the soberest men," said he, "and the loose animals and

camp equipage and push out of the place. I will join you as soon as I

can, but you mustn't linger for me. If I fail to join you, hasten to

New Mexico and make known that I and the rest of my men have been

massacred."

These instructions were definite and they showed the gravity of the

situation. Carson did as directed, while the employer gave his attention

to the rest of the men. It was high time that he did so, for they were

fast succumbing to their appetites. Despite the indignant protests and

efforts of the employer they would have undoubtedly fallen victims but

for an unlooked for occurrence.

One of the trappers who was so much under the influence of liquor as to

become reckless, fired upon and slightly wounded a native of the place.

The act threw the Mexicans into a panic of terror, and they fled

from the presence of the dreaded Americans who seemed eager for any

sanguinary deed.

The employer was wise enough to take advantage of the occurrence and

he succeeded, after much labor, in getting his half intoxicated men

together and out of the place. The horses were forced to their utmost

and the same night they overtook Carson and his anxious companions. All

danger from that source was ended.

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