CHAPTER XV.

THE WEICOS.

On the third evening we approached the western mountain chain, which

bordered the northern end of the plain we were crossing. Our road slowly

rose, while we steered toward a gap in the mountains, where we hoped to

find an available path. For an hour our path was steep and vegetation

had nearly entirely disappeared, only a few reeds were visible in the

crevices between the rocks. Deep yawning gorges and _canyons_ opened

between the overhanging limestone strata, round which we had to make

fatiguing circuits, while frequently we had hardly room to lead our

horses along the precipices over deep abysses. The sun was setting, and

the lofty mountain sides cast their broad shadows over the rocky depths.

It soon became dark, but we pushed on, still hoping to find a suitable

spot for camping. We had almost reached the highest point, when we saw

gigantic red granite walls rising in front of us like a fortress. They

hung a long way over us and the deep abyss, from which wildly scattered

colossal blocks, illumined by the parting sunbeams, rose, while on the

other side of the gorge the mountains were heaped up against the dark

purple evening sky. Our path was very narrow and strewn with small

pebbles, so that we were obliged to lead our horses with a short rein.

All at once Tiger shouted to me to halt, and immediately after I heard

him utter "Pah," in his Indian language. It was water he wished to

indicate, and he told me he could hear the rustling of a stream. Our

path grew rather broader, and ran into the granite masses on our left,

while on our right the slope was not so steep, and sank into the ravine

between a few large blocks of stone. We had scarce gone one hundred

yards when the road before us proved to be blocked by scattered masses

of stone, between which stunted oaks and bushes grew, while I found

myself in short grass, which Czar greedily attacked. I shouted to Tiger

that I could go no farther, and he led his piebald up to my side, who

with the never-failing Jack also went at the grass. Tiger was of opinion

that it was a famous spot, as the water was close at hand below us, and

disappeared among the rocks. He soon returned, dragging after him

several dry branches, while we broke up and lit a fire, which soon lit

up the immediate neighbourhood. The rocks on our left were deeply

excavated, and hung in large strata with broad cracks, covering a large

tract of ground, which bore at various points traces of fires which must

have been lit by Indians, who had camped here like ourselves. We

prepared our supper, but had great difficulty in putting the spits up

before the fire, as Tiger had not lit it on the grass, but under the

rocks. While we were thus employed the moon rose slowly behind the

mountains, and threw her first pale rays into our wild valley. Gradually

her light became more brilliant, and the dark masses around us emerged

in their various shapes. Tiger now leapt up, placed one of my revolvers

in his belt, took a cedar brand, and went down a narrow path between the

rocks, carrying our two large gourds by a strap over his shoulders. I

watched the ruddy dancing light of the torch which lit up at one moment

the rocks, at another the dark green foliage of the oaks; it continually

grew smaller, till it appeared in the depths below like a bright point.

It soon returned, however, and Tiger appeared between the rocks with our

bottles full of spring water, so cold and clear that my lips had not

tasted anything to equal it for a long time. He told me that below was a

small pool, into which the springs ran; buffaloes must have been

standing there a little while before, and he therefore believed that we

should be able to lead our cattle down to water by daylight. I gave

Czar a share of the refreshing draught.

We seemed to have entered the kingdom of owls, for their hoot was

audible on all sides. Tiger listened for awhile very attentively to

these sounds, but then lay down tranquillized on his buffalo hide,

saying that one of the sounds resembled the voice of a Weico; but he had

not signalled again, or he (Tiger) was mistaken. The fire was supplied

with large logs, and we then wrapped ourselves in our skins and slept

till daybreak. We blew up our fires, put on our horses' bridles, and led

them down the hill side to water, along a path on which we now

distinctly noticed fresh buffalo signs. It was a tiring road by which we

at length reached the bottom, where a small basin filled the entire

breadth of the gorge, into which a clear stream noisily poured. The

basin was washed out of the stony ground, and we led our horses into it

after a number of mocassin and rattlesnakes had taken to flight with a

menacing hiss. We then turned back to reach our camp again. Tiger led

his piebald in front, but stopped and said he felt much inclined to

climb up the opposite wall of the gorge, as it was full of crevices in

which doubtless bears were hybernating. He also said he had heard from

his people that the Delawares always shot a great number of bears at

this spot, though he had never visited it before himself. I hence took

his horse's bridle, and called Czar to follow me, while Jack completed

the party, and Trusty trotted on ahead.

After a fatiguing climb I again reached our camp, where I hobbled the

cattle in the grass and sat down to the fire to get breakfast ready. I

had just finished and lit a pipe, when the crack of a rifle reached me

from the opposite wall, and I supposed that Tiger had shot a bear, when

a few moments later a second shot was fired, and the frightfully shrill

sound of the Indian war-whoop echoed through the gorge. There was no

doubt but that Tiger had come into collision with hostile Indians. The

yell rolled down the valley, and ere long two shots were fired in rapid

succession. I quickly threw our saddles and baggage behind large rocks,

and led the piebald some way down the slope, while Czar and Jack

followed me; then I fastened the cattle up to trees a little off the

path, and sent my hunting cry across the gorge at the full pitch of my

lungs. Tiger at once answered me. I ran down to the pond and up the

opposite wall, continually uttering my cry and receiving an answer.

Trusty went a little ahead to clear the way, and then I climbed on from

rock to rock, until another shot was fired, and I heard Tiger's yell

higher up the mountain. I carefully noticed the direction whence the

yell came, and calling Trusty to me, I ran forward rapidly, though

cautiously, between the scattered boulders.

I was standing before a small grass-covered mound when Trusty growled

and sniffed; I went up in a stooping posture, and hardly had reached the

top when I saw Tiger with his back turned to me, holding in one hand his

rifle, in the other the bleeding scalp of his murdered foe, and gazing

at the latter, who lay outstretched in the grass: without turning, he

told me that the Weico had almost sent him to his fathers, but his heart

trembled, and hence he aimed badly. Tiger had seen his enemy first, and

fired soonest, but missed, and the other had not hit him either, as he

ran. Tiger pursued him, and both reloaded while running, till the Weico

reached the spot where he now lay, and the Delaware sprang on the grass

plot a little higher up. The Weico fired and missed again, and Tiger in

response sent a bullet through his loins, though without being aware

that he had hit him. The Weico disappeared in the grass, and Tiger too,

as he fancied the other was reloading; but when he had performed the

same operation himself and saw nothing of his foe, he crept to an

adjacent rock which he mounted, and saw the other in the grass

reloading, upon which he sent a bullet through his heart and speedily

scalped him. Tiger now took his conquered foe's gun, medicine-bag,

beads, and armlets, and made me a sign to return to the horses, while

he sprang from rock to rock with the lightness of a deer.

We saddled, and soon left our camp, as Tiger said there were several

Weicos in the neighbourhood, for on the previous evening they had made

each other signs with the owl hoot. Our road ran from here close to the

precipice, and for some few hundred yards was very difficult. We were

obliged to lead the horses, and make them leap over several granite

blocks, while the grass grew to a man's height between the loose stones,

and we could not see where we stepped. Here, however, the road became

better and led us in a pretty valley through which a stream wound, while

on both sides granite walls begirt it to a height of at least three

hundred feet. Trusty was some distance ahead all the time, and was

trotting along the birch-covered bank, when he suddenly barked, and I

saw something leaping through the grass on his left. The piebald darted

past me at the same moment, and Tiger shouted "a panther." I had no

inclination, however, to join in the hunt, but merely cantered on, saw

the piebald leap several times through the bushes, and a little later

heard Tiger's rifle crack. But when I joined him he laughed, and said

that the panther had too many feet, and pointed to a thicket on the

right-hand hills, in which it had disappeared.

The valley here became very broad, and we saw, a long distance off,

three buffaloes grazing under some mosquito-trees, and, when we drew

nearer, Tiger proposed to chase them, as, in the fresh close grass,

there was no other way of getting within shot of them. Suddenly the

buffaloes noticed us and fled, but Tiger set his horse in a gallop, and

stormed after them down the valley. I was just able to see that he had

caught them up, when a small blue cloud of smoke rose before him, and I

shortly after heard the crack of his rifle. He disappeared with the

flying buffaloes on the prairie, and I followed him at a quick amble. At

the spot where I last saw my comrade, thick bushes ran along both sides

of the stream. I went into them, but was obliged to dismount in order

to pass through the thicket. Crossing the wood, I gave my hunting-cry,

which was answered close by, and, a short distance farther on, Tiger

came to meet me, and said that it was no go with the buffaloes either;

he had hit one of them clumsily, and not killed it. The piebald was in a

frightful perspiration, so Tiger turned him round and we reached the

skirt of the wood, where we sat down in the cool shade of the lofty

trees, while our cattle, freed from their loads, grazed around us.

The stream wound out of the forest close by. I had gone to it to fill my

bottle, when I noticed a number of bees on the bank, which, however, did

not fly into the wood, but into the prairie before us. I called up

Tiger, who seated himself by my side, and we accurately observed their

course by the compass, and saw that they all flew to an old plane-tree

which grew in the grass about a thousand yards from us. We went up to

the tree, and found that the bees went to a very large bough, which had

an opening at the top. We fetched our weapons and axes, and brought out

our cattle under the plane, where I also ordered Trusty to lie down.

Then we went up to the tree, whose stem was at least eight feet in

diameter, threw a lasso over the lowest branch, clambered up it, and

went to the branch containing the bees. It was at least a foot and

a-half in thickness, and we had to work with our small axes for nearly

an hour before it gave way, and fell with a crash to the ground, whereon

the startled bees rose like a pillar of smoke, and swarmed off toward

the forest. We soon went down the lasso, and began eating the clear

honey which flowed out of the broken branch. We ate, and took pieces of

the largest combs to our camp, where we laid them in the shade.

Europeans will be surprised, and ask how it is possible to take the

honey from the irritated bees without being stung to death. The bees in

this country, however, are not so spiteful as in the Old World: it is

only when you are near a filled bee-tree, and strike at the bees with a

branch or a cloth, that you are attacked and pursued by them; but if you

go quickly up to the honey, and are careful not to touch any bees, you

are never stung. The honey of these wild bees is far sweeter and more

toothsome than that in England: it is very spicy, but at times so

impregnated with pepper, that much of it cannot be eaten. I have often

felled bee-trees whose honey was so clear that it could not be

distinguished from a glass of water put by its side. If you are near

home when you cut down a bee-tree, you drive the creatures, which have

collected close by in a swarm round their queen, into a bag, take them

home, and shake them out into a hollowed tree, nail a board at top and

bottom, cut a hole in the lower board, and place it above-ground at a

spot protected from the north wind. The bees at once set to work,

continuing it winter and summer, and in a short time the hive is filled

with honey and wax. We only regretted that we had no vessel in which we

could take a supply of this exquisite honey with us.

We had eaten heartily of it when we set out about 3 P.M. and continued

our journey down the stream. The sun was sinking behind the mountains on

our left, when we again struck the stream which we had left in pursuing

a northern course, and resolved to pass the night here. The valley was

narrow to the west and to the east; the prairie rose towards the

mountains, and some old oaks grew on it. We had unsaddled, hobbled our

horses, and lit a fire, when Tiger took his rifle and went towards the

western hills to see whether he could procure any fresh game, as our

stock was entirely exhausted. The sun had set, the time hung heavy at

the fire, so I rose, took my rifle, and walked slowly down the stream,

while Trusty ran ahead in the scrub. I had hardly gone a hundred yards

when I noticed that the stream turned to the west a little lower down,

and its banks were covered with rocks. Suddenly there was a crash in the

scrub ahead of me, and I heard a loud wail which filled me with terror,

for I knew the sound but too well--it was the wail of a jaguar cub,

which Trusty held in his teeth. I ran up and saw him shaking one, while

another was escaping in the bushes. As I knew exactly what would

happen, I looked around, with my cocked rifle in my hand, and saw the

mother coming down with terrible bounds from the oak clumps higher up.

There was not a tree near, and I must await it in the open. Trusty

placed himself close to my side, and with every hair bristling he

uttered his most savage bass notes through his gnashing teeth. The only

thing now was to hit, or else Trusty at least was lost, and myself too

very probably. Forty paces from me the infuriated brute crouched,

displaying its fangs and lashing its sides with its long spotted tail.

When I shot, the beast turned over, but then flew towards me with a

fresh spring. I shot again, and it rolled on the ground. The ball had

broken its spine, and, unable to move its hind-quarters, the raging

brute rolled and roared, and dug its mighty claws into the grass, which

it dyed with its blood. It was now harmless, and I regretted that I had

not my sketch-book with me to draw it in its paroxysm of fury. It was a

majestic animal, and the splendid golden yellow of its coat, with its

black and white spots, was heightened by the dark red of the blood which

streamed from its back and chest. Lying on the ground with its

hind-quarters, it stood erect on its mighty fore-legs, and with its

thick round neck slightly bent down, it raised its savage open jaws

towards me, while the large, yellow, catlike eyes flashed. At the same

time the brute made the valley ring with the most fearful roars uttered

at intervals. So soon as I approached it it sprang towards me, and

dragged its hind-quarters along on the grass, while showing its terrible

claws. I went up close to it, and fired a revolver bullet through its

head, whereon it fell lifeless.

After reloading, I went back to camp to wait for Tiger, whom I had also

heard firing. It was dark when I heard him coming, and saw his brown

elastic form coming through the bushes. Over his right shoulder hung two

deer legs, and the stripped-off meat of the back was thrown across the

barrel of his long rifle, which rested on his left shoulder. He threw

down his load, lay on his stomach on the river bank, and quenched his

thirst. Then he returned to the fire, and said that I had been shooting

too, and intimated by three fingers the number of shots I had fired. I

answered him that my deer was lying down the stream, but we would sup

first and then fetch it.

We now attacked the excellent venison and enjoyed a hearty supper, when

I gave Tiger a sign to follow me. I led him to the jaguar, and he

uttered a loud cry when he saw it lying on the grass with the cub by its

side. The moon lit us while we stripped off its splendid skin, which was

larger than the one we had obtained a few days previously. We took the

cub to camp, as Tiger told me its flesh was a great dainty; then he

stripped and paunched it, and hung it up to a tree. We then stretched

out the large hide, put it in front of the fire, and slept quietly and

undisturbed till morning.

I was very curious about the new dish which I was to taste for

breakfast. The very white meat of the young jaguar, which was about the

size of an ordinary shepherd's colley, looked very tempting, and I put

some pieces of it before the fire, while Tiger made his breakfast

entirely of it. I tasted it when it browned, and it was very nice,

though it had a musky flavour which prevented me from eating much of it.

Hence I applied once more to the deer meat, which I liked better, and

concluded my meal with the rest of the honeycomb which I had carried on

Jack, wrapped in large magnolia leaves and a piece of deer hide. Tiger

revelled in his meat, and on saddling packed up the rest for supper.

On this day we followed the stream, which flowed for about five miles

westward, but then suddenly turned round a tall hill to the east, and

probably fell into the Rio Grande. Here we left it, however, and rode up

a small stream which joined it and came from the west. We followed the

narrow valley through which it ran and found there a rather broad,

though at times stony road. It was bordered on both sides by granitic

hills, and ran rather steeply up to the heights, where it expanded into

a table-land. This plateau lay on the top of the mountains which we had

seen to the west when riding up, and I resolved to follow it in that

direction, so as if possible to reach the declivity on the other side

before night surprised us, as the barrenness of these lofty plateaus

recalled unpleasant reminiscences. This plateau was about fifteen miles

in breadth, and in the afternoon we reached its western side, where an

endless plain stretched out at our feet, bounded in the remote distance

by very lofty mountains, a few spurs of which ran out into the valley.

The valley was thickly covered with grass, and, as it seemed to me, well

watered and wooded. From our stand-point it must be at least one hundred

and fifty miles broad, and to the south we could not see its

termination. The plain, as far as we could survey it, was covered with

herds of buffalo, while nearer to us deer and wild horses were grazing.

How many thousands of men could easily find a living here, while in old

Europe law-suits are carried on for years about an acre of land, and yet

I was the only white man whose eye had rested on the inexhaustible

treasures which nature had stored up here. Still the time will come when

the plough will cross this beautiful plain in all directions; the smoke

will rise from the hearths of prosperous planters; the church bells will

summon the neighbours to church, and "hell in harness" (as the Americans

call the locomotive) will snort and whistle through their valley.

Our road down to the plain, though not very steep, was fatiguing and

wearisome, as the hill-side was here and there cut up by broad

_canyons_, which we were compelled to ride round. As we were going down

one of these ravines, one of the beautiful leopard-cats, so frequent in

these mountains, sprang out of the loose stones not far from us. I sent

Trusty after it down the ravine, and ere long he began barking. We

hurried on as quickly as we could, and on looking down I saw the

beautifully-spotted creature crouching on an isolated rock, while

Trusty was leaping round it and barking. It was too far to fire with a

certainty of killing, for though Trusty was quite as strong, he might

easily be so injured as to be unfitted for the fatigue of our tour.

Hence I dismounted, and crept near the stone on which the leopard-cat

lay. I went up high enough to see it, and sent a bullet through its

head. The rock was too high for me to climb up it and fetch the beast

down, so I was obliged to wait till Trusty arrived. I raised him on to

the rock, and he pulled the creature down. Then I returned to our

cattle, while Tiger stripped the cat and brought me the skin.

These handsomely-marked animals are most dangerous to game: they kill,

even when quite full, merely for the sake of the blood, and never miss

an opportunity to capture their quarry. They creep with incredible skill

and certainty, as well as indefatigable patience, up to the game, on

which they leap with lightning speed, and do not let it go till it has

given them its blood. When wounded or beset, they attack their pursuer

with great fury and determination, and many an Indian, under such

circumstances, has been severely injured by them. They generally live

and hunt in couples, and prefer rocky regions to the plains, but also

come down to the woods, where they leap down from the trees on the game,

and bite it to death in the neck. Tiger shot two more of these animals

before we reached the plain, which took place in the afternoon, and we

camped on a stream at an early hour.

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