A STRANGE ADVENTURE.
When consciousness returned, I found myself lying on the ground, tied
hand and foot with thongs of buffalo hide; I felt very sore and
intensely thirsty. I had not quite yet collected my senses, and when my
mind reverted to the scenes I had but just passed through, it was with a
sickening sense of their horror that made me yearn for insensibility
again. If I could only know what had been done with my wife; had she met
the same fate as my father and brother, or was she spared--spared, and
for what--to be subjected to a captivity even worse than death, perhaps?
It would have been a great relief to have moved even so much as a
finger, but being bound so tightly it was impossible to stir, and the
thongs had in a great measure impeded the circulation, so that as I lay
on my back, gazing pathetically at my feet, it seemed as if they were
the appendages of another person, and that my tortures had begun by my
being deprived of all that part of my body below my knees. By dint of
much turning, I managed to get myself partly on my side, which proved a
great relief, besides affording an opportunity to look around me and
gain an idea of the state of affairs.
Day was just breaking, and my captors were, with the exception of the
sentinel, asleep. We were on the prairie, and I at once concluded that
we must have left the scene of the fight and capture; a small fire had
been built, and the warrior who mounted guard was sitting with his legs
crossed beneath him, seemingly gazing into the smouldering embers; there
was just enough light to discern his features, and I shuddered at their
repulsiveness; the hideous war paint was streaked most fantastically
across his cheeks and forehead and over his body, for, with the
exception of a pair of abbreviated leggings he was quite nude. His
scalp-lock was adorned with a profusion of eagles' feathers, and his
wrists and arms were set off with bracelets. Dangling from his girdle
was an object that thrilled me with anguish, as the long white hair
covered here and there with dark red splashes, I knew at once to be the
scalp of my dear, murdered mother. I had read of the noble red man, and
like most romantic people, conceived a very touching picture of his
manly beauty and majestic air. One needs but to be among them to have
any such illusion dispelled. In my long residence with the tribe, I
found some admirable traits, of which I will speak anon, but they had so
many counterbalancing vices, that I do not think their best friends can
say anything in their praise.
This book is a true narrative of my capture and sufferings, and if my
readers do not find running through these pages, that sentimental gush
about the noble red man, that we have been taught to believe was as much
their attribute as they considered scalping their prerogative, it is
because I have been disabused of these ideas, by the stern reality of an
existence among them. I trust this digression will be excused, but when
I stroke my chin, and feel the traces of their delicate attentions, my
feelings are apt to get the better of my desire to entertain.
Soon, however, the camp was stirring, and my friend at the fire roused
himself and advanced toward me; whipping out a knife from its sheath, he
cut the thongs by which I was bound, and grasping my shoulder jerked me
to an upright position and motioned me to follow him. I had not
proceeded far, when, emerging from the coppice on the opposite side of
the bivouac, I beheld my wife advancing towards me in the custody of an
Indian. Reader, if you can imagine meeting the being you loved best,
after having supposed her cruelly butchered, you may have a faint
conception of my feelings. With a little cry of joy she rushed into my
outstretched arms; sobbing like an infant. This demonstration of
affection seemed not to the taste of our guards; and with an ugh, we
were admonished to follow them, and we were soon in the midst of a group
who were dispatching their breakfast. Food was offered us, of which I
ate voraciously, after my long fast; not so my wife, however, who could
not as yet accustom her palate to the dried buffalo meat.
Meantime preparations had been making to resume our journey. The horses
were brought up, and in a shorter time than it takes to relate it we
were under way, the party moving off in single file. I was allowed to
ride my own horse, my wife following behind me on one of the mules. We
were, as near as I could judge, about the centre of the party. In this
fashion we proceeded during the forenoon. The prairie at this point was
a succession of gentle undulations, covered with a rich velvety verdure;
and, had not my present circumstances been of such a depressing
character, the scene would have been inspiriting. Away to the far west,
as far as the eye could see, this vast billowy plain extended, broken
here and there by a grove of the stately cottonwood tree, whose long
trunks, and silvery foliage was a pleasing contrast to the vivid green
of the prairie. At intervals I had discerned dark objects on the
horizon, but, being unaccustomed to note signs with that care and
attention that is characteristic of those whose life is spent on the
plains, I had paid no particular attention to them. Soon, however, I did
observe a commotion at the head of the column, and after a brief halt
and consultation among the chiefs, our speed was accelerated, and we
struck into a canter. This "lope" as it is called, seems to be a gait
peculiarly adapted to the mustang, as they will break into, and keep it
up the entire day; evincing no more distress than our ordinary horse
does in trotting leisurely.
That something important was about to transpire, I felt certain, from
the energetic way in which our captors spoke and gesticulated; I was not
long left in doubt, as on reaching a slight eminence, a sight disclosed
itself that I shall never forget; and my blood thrills even now with the
remembrance of my first buffalo hunt.
It may seem odd to talk of my first buffalo hunt, as the question would
naturally be asked, how could a prisoner participate in a hunt; the
sequel will explain.
The chiefs had halted, and the rear coming up, we were soon clustered in
a group on this rising ground. Directly in front of us, at the distance
of about three miles, I should judge, was an immense herd of buffaloes.
The plain was positively black, so numerous were they. All unconscious
of their foes, they were quietly grazing, while here and there a
watchful old bull seemed to have stationed himself as an outpost, being
in readiness, if needs were, to instantly communicate the signal of
danger to the herd. It was a glorious sight; even the horses shared in
the excitement, and evinced as great a desire to participate in the hunt
as did their masters. Presently a warrior rode out from the main body a
few paces and tossed the feather. This is done to note the direction of
the wind, for such is the keenness of scent possessed by these animals,
that they will take the alarm and become aware of the approach of an
enemy at great distances. If the drove had discovered us at this
distance, our visions of fresh hump steak for supper would have resolved
themselves into the dried meat of the morning.
The wind being favorable, we commenced the advance; slowly at first, but
gradually increasing our speed, until the horses were straining every
muscle in their headlong race. Lances were slung, and bows and arrows
got in readiness with an ease and expertness that was truly wonderful,
considering our rapid riding. The bridles were dropped on the necks of
the mustangs, the riders using their knees both as a steering apparatus
and a means of holding on. As near as I could understand, our guard was
to keep as close to the hunters as was consistent with our safety,
without joining in the fun. Everything went on smoothly, and we had
approached to within a half mile of the herd before they noticed us.
Soon, however, the old bulls scented the party, and with a snort and
plunge they tore headlong towards the head of the drove, communicating
the alarm as they ran. With a yell the savages dashed on, horse and
rider worked up to the highest pitch of excitement; arrows began to fly,
and here and there a cow would fall, or an enraged bull goaded to fury
by a wound rush madly at his enemy, evidently bent on revenge of a most
sanguinary character. Our little party kept on the flank of the
advancing drove, and our escort seemed to find it very irksome doing
duty as guards, as with oft-repeated ughs! plainly expressive of
disgust, they deprecated the luck that had singled _them_ out to perform
such womanly duty.
Suddenly, and with kaleidoscopic rapidity, the aspect of affairs was
changed; for some unknown reason and without apparent cause, the
buffaloes made a flank movement, and in a twinkling were dashing right
toward us; the mustangs, warned by experience, turned and ran as if
their lives were at stake, as they certainly were; and the mule on which
my wife was mounted, with an imitation that did her great credit,
followed their example. My horse, being unused to such scenes, seemed to
lose his senses, and stood looking at the advancing animals in the most
abject terror. Realizing at a glance my position, and feeling that
instant action was demanded, I turned his head, and by word and heel
urged him to run. On came these black brutes, sweeping over the ground
like an animated hurricane. My poor horse was laboring fearfully, and I
knew that our destruction was a matter of a few moments time only.
Suddenly my horse stumbled and flung me headlong to the ground, then all
was bewilderment. I have an indistinct notion of lying on the prairie,
and then like a great black wave, this surging mass of buffaloes seem to
hover over me; I was conscious of a sharp and severe pain in my side,
and then of being suddenly lifted into space. When sufficiently
collected to note my position, I found myself on the back of a huge
buffalo bull, who, unaccustomed to this strange weight, was making
frantic endeavors to clear himself of the herd, which were wedged
together with as much compactness as if they were one animal. If I had
chosen to fall to the ground, it would have been impossible to do so;
but as such a feat would have been almost instant death, my readers will
easily understand I had no intention of trying the experiment. I turned
my attention exclusively to seating myself firmly on my novel steed, and
grasping my hands into the shaggy hair which covered his shoulders,
braced myself for the most thrilling ride I had ever experienced. After
a few violent plunges the bull cleared the herd, and tore at tremendous
speed; on, on until objects lost their character, and all seemed to be
an indistinct haze. The buffalo had by this time carried me some
distance from the main body, and was beginning to show signs of fatigue.
If I was going to leave him, this was my opportunity; and quietly
loosening my hold, I slipped off his rump on to the ground, and betook
myself in an opposite direction as fast as I could go, and it was with
feelings of relief and thankfulness that I had escaped so luckily from
my first and only buffalo ride.