I had run to a great distance from the river.It cost me a long ride on the buffalo path before I saw from the ridge of a sand-hill the pale surface of the Platte glistening in the midst of its desert valleys, and the faint outline of the hills beyond waving along the sky.From where I stood, not a tree nor a bush nor a living thing was visible throughout the whole extent of the sun-scorched landscape.In half an hour I came upon the trail, not far from the river; and seeing that the party had not yet passed, I turned eastward to meet them, old Pontiac's long swinging trot again assuring me that I was right in doing so.Having been slightly ill on leaving camp in the morning six or seven hours of rough riding had fatigued me extremely.I soon stopped, therefore; flung my saddle on the ground, and with my head resting on it, and my horse's trail-rope tied loosely to my arm, lay waiting the arrival of the party, speculating meanwhile on the extent of the injuries Pontiac had received.At length the white wagon coverings rose from the verge of the plain.By a singular coincidence, almost at the same moment two horsemen appeared coming down from the hills.They were Shaw and Henry, who had searched for me a while in the morning, but well knowing the futility of the attempt in such a broken country, had placed themselves on the top of the highest hill they could find, and picketing their horses near them, as a signal to me, had laid down and fallen asleep.The stray cattle had been recovered, as the emigrants told us, about noon.Before sunset, we pushed forward eight miles farther.
JUNE 7, 1846.--Four men are missing; R., Sorel and two emigrants.
They set out this morning after buffalo, and have not yet made their appearance; whether killed or lost, we cannot tell.
I find the above in my notebook, and well remember the council held on the occasion.Our fire was the scene of it; or the palpable superiority of Henry Chatillon's experience and skill made him the resort of the whole camp upon every question of difficulty.He was molding bullets at the fire, when the captain drew near, with a perturbed and care-worn expression of countenance, faithfully reflected on the heavy features of Jack, who followed close behind.
Then emigrants came straggling from their wagons toward the common center; various suggestions were made to account for the absence of the four men, and one or two of the emigrants declared that when out after the cattle they had seen Indians dogging them, and crawling like wolves along the ridges of the hills.At this time the captain slowly shook his head with double gravity, and solemnly remarked:
"It's a serious thing to be traveling through this cursed wilderness"; an opinion in which Jack immediately expressed a thorough coincidence.Henry would not commit himself by declaring any positive opinion.
"Maybe he only follow the buffalo too far; maybe Indian kill him;maybe he got lost; I cannot tell!"
With this the auditors were obliged to rest content; the emigrants, not in the least alarmed, though curious to know what had become of their comrades, walked back to their wagons and the captain betook himself pensively to his tent.Shaw and I followed his example.
"It will be a bad thing for our plans," said he as we entered, "if these fellows don't get back safe.The captain is as helpless on the prairie as a child.We shall have to take him and his brother in tow; they will hang on us like lead.""The prairie is a strange place," said I."A month ago I should have thought it rather a startling affair to have an acquaintance ride out in the morning and lose his scalp before night, but here it seems the most natural thing in the world; not that I believe that R.has lost his yet."If a man is constitutionally liable to nervous apprehensions, a tour on the distant prairies would prove the best prescription; for though when in the neighborhood of the Rocky Mountains he may at times find himself placed in circumstances of some danger, I believe that few ever breathe that reckless atmosphere without becoming almost indifferent to any evil chance that may befall themselves or their friends.
Shaw had a propensity for luxurious indulgence.He spread his blanket with the utmost accuracy on the ground, picked up the sticks and stones that he thought might interfere with his comfort, adjusted his saddle to serve as a pillow, and composed himself for his night's rest.I had the first guard that evening; so, taking my rifle, Iwent out of the tent.It was perfectly dark.A brisk wind blew down from the hills, and the sparks from the fire were streaming over the prairie.One of the emigrants, named Morton, was my companion; and laying our rifles on the grass, we sat down together by the fire.
Morton was a Kentuckian, an athletic fellow, with a fine intelligent face, and in his manners and conversation he showed the essential characteristics of a gentleman.Our conversation turned on the pioneers of his gallant native State.The three hours of our watch dragged away at last, and we went to call up the relief.
R.'s guard succeeded mine.He was absent; but the captain, anxious lest the camp should be left defenseless, had volunteered to stand in his place; so I went to wake him up.There was no occasion for it, for the captain had been awake since nightfall.A fire was blazing outside of the tent, and by the light which struck through the canvas, I saw him and Jack lying on their backs, with their eyes wide open.The captain responded instantly to my call; he jumped up, seized the double-barreled rifle, and came out of the tent with an air of solemn determination, as if about to devote himself to the safety of the party.I went and lay down, not doubting that for the next three hours our slumbers would be guarded with sufficient vigilance.
