Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-11-08

ing ana woe. whose business lt was to
t~laaverish inalans, % destroy their
morals. To hrulify them with the devil
cohol. He sat at the breakfast table,
: lentlv thinking. with his antelope
eaSs and trout untastei before linn.
Washing the softened face. wondered
y has MAS the story. So asked: Burr,
Why do you love that white mare?n He
locked kindly at me, and, with a sad
sniiie. replied: To- night, after the men
are in bed, / will tell you the story. "
Then briskly: Frank, this is not busi-
ness Eat my boy, then clear out, and
fish or hunt You will find some prairie
hons in the lig willow thicket about five
miles below here saw them the other
day Shoot some. Tonight we will
have feast, and will open my two
last bottles of sherry, aud we will talk
Ills face hardened The cold deadly
look returned to the gray eyes, aud our
breakfast was soon finished.
Shouldering my r.Ae, stepped out Of
the stockade and slowly walked down
the valley. On the distant hillsides an-
telope grazed; down the valley before
me / could see few deer running for
cover to the willows by the stream.
Now and then grouse rose before me
and few rapidly away. Resisting all
temptation to shoot at anything, |
walked steadily ON. Climbing hill,
sat on rock and musingly gazed at the
vast plains to the northeast. at the foot
hills of the range, aud ut the rugged
rocky range beyond. love the Rocky
Mountains, and never tire of their face.
| wasted hours in looking and in think
ing of the many tales had heard of the
range. When the sun was high above
me started for the villows. There l
neatly shot the heads off of six grouse.
Then jointing light trout POLE, /
whipped the clear pools of the south fork
Of the Teton, and was soon rewarded
by string of fine half pound trout.
Then came the pleasant walk back
through the cool dry air, and over the
crispy grass of the north. What lux
urv life was in the valley of the Teton.
turned my spoils over to the smiling
Indian woman who acted as cock for
Burr The rest of the day / spent on
horseback, running antelope with lot
Of half blood Indians At eight o'clock
supper was eaten. The sherry was
brought out and scattered on the table
handful. my last, of Rosa Conchas that
had never paid duty, and as we sat
smoking Barr told me this story:
In the fall of 1868 thought it might
be profitable to start trading post in
the Yellowstone Valley. Learning from
the Blackfeet that the Sioux were
camped on the south side of the river, /
determined to ride over and see what
arrangements / could make with them.
kcrossed the Belt Mountains, and riding
down the valley was soon at their camp,
on the north side of the river, they on
the south. / sat on my horse and hailed
the camp. No answer l could see
plenty Of Indians walking about, and
again hailed. No answer. l shouted
myself hoarse, and the only notice taken
of me was by an old buck, who walked
to the river bank, looked at me, made an
insulting gesture, and slowly walked off.
went there to trade, and, having got
angry at the treatment, though | well
knew that / ought TO leave the valley at
once, /, like fool, resolved to cross the
stream and brave the danger. So |
forded and rode into the camp. / spoke
to no one; no one spoke to me. The
sullen braves turned their backs on me
rs l rode up the street The young girls
looked curiously at me. Riding slowly
along cooled rapidly. saw that / was
not wanted, and / at last fully realized
that was in danger. did not dare to
ride to the south out of the camp, nor
did have courage enough to attempt to
recross the river.
Before me stood great tent made
of buffalo skins 1t was the largest
had ever seen. / halted, dismounted,
and stood silently at my horses head.
No one noticed me. Indians went past
me, apparently not seeing me. At last
a young woman came and stood before
me. Looking right into my eyes, she
said: What do you want?' looked her
coldly in the face and made no reply.
Smiling, she asked: What brings you
here?' Steadily / gazed into her eyes
and was voiceless. She left me and dis
appeared into the great lodge. Soon an
Indian warrior in full paint. with bow
anu ohLuhlR dEAbW III ltAc ndAAAos 14iuC W
me- Speaking Biackfoot, he said: why
are you in this campY To him / re-
piled: i wish to trade with you. ,
More mon came. They took my horse,
and seizing hold of my arm they
led me into the great lodge. Here
was SEATED and council was held. /
sat and listened to them discuss what it
was best to do with so presumptuous a
white man. Some were in favor of trad
ing. The large majority of the Indians
were in favor of torturing me. IL was
soon decided that / should be tortured;
and they sat and discussed the many
msthods. After two days talk it was
decided to burn me. was in a strange
condition mentally. would listen to a
IIan of torture as though it was some
other man they were talking about; and
] would comment to myself on that plan
as giving the chap but little chance for
his life. But when the dusky brave, who
talked Blackfoot, told me that was to
die by fire the next day, understood
perfectly that was the man they had
been talking about, and replied: I know
it. Clustering around me. they asked
If had understood all the talk. Yes;
had Then why not answer the mai
den when she spoke to your ] came.
not to talk to squaws, but to trade with
men No use; / could do nothing by
soft talk, and, having played my hand,
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