The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-10-29

on the ground told him where He
neither fumed nor fretted, but throw
ing the game he had killed off his pack
animal and the saddle from his horse,
he collected the blackened ends of the
lodge poles and made a fire-led his
beasts TO water and hObbled them,
threw a piece of meat upon the Goals,
squatted down before the fire and lit
his pipe. Badly was true philoso-
pher. Notwithstanding that his house
his squaws, his peltries were gone AT
one fell swoOp" the loss scarcely dis
turbed his equanimity. and before the
tobacco of his pipe was half smoked
out. he ceased TO think of his misfor-
tune. Certes, as he turned his piece OF
venisOn he sighed as he thought of
the delicate manipulatiOns with which
his Shoshone squaW, ah-qua-manish,
was wont TO beat TO tenderness the
toughest bull-meat, and missed the
tending care of ''Yute-ch il-cO-t the oF
the 'Reedt bends in patching the
holes in his neatly fitting moccasin,
the work of her nimble fingers. How
ever, he ate and smoked and smoked
and ate. and slept none the worse iOr
his mishap, thought little before he
closed his eyes, of his lost wives. and
more. perhaps, of the Bending Reed"
than ah-qua-manish'- "she who
runs with the stream" drew his blan
ket tightly around him, his rife handy
to his grasp, and was speedily asleep.
As the tired mOuntaineer breathed
/ heavily in his dream, careless and un
conscious that a living soul is near,
his mute on a sudden pricks her ears.
and stares into the gloom. from whence
a figure soon energies. and with noise
less steps draws near the sleeping
/ trapper Taking one look at "Baldy'S'
slumbering form, the same figure APP
! prOaches the fire and adds Il log TO the
! pile. which done. il quietly seats itself
at the feet of the sleeper. and remains
mOtionless as statue. Towards
morning Badly" aWOke, and rubbing
! his eyes, was astOnished 10 feel the
glowing warmth of the fire striking on
his naked feet. which, Indian fashion,
were stretched toward it, as by this
/ time he knew the fire he left burning
/ must long since have expired. LaZily
/ raising himself on his elbow, he saw
/ a figure sitting near it with the back
turned to him, which, although his
| explanatory waugh" was loud enough
! in all conscience. remained perfectly
mOtionless, until Badly" rising.
placed his hand upon the shoulders,
/ then turning up its face. the features
displayed to his wondering eye We're
/ those of "Chil-co-the," his "Yutei"
/ wife. Yes, indeed. the Reed that
! Bends had escaped from her Navajo
! captOrs and made her way back 10
her white husband, fasting and alone.
/ The Indian women who follow the COR
tunes of the white hunters are remark
able for their affection and fidelity to
! their husbands, the which virtues I
must be remarked are all on their own
side-for with very few exceptions, he
! squaW men seldom scTuple 10 abandon
( their Indian wives whenever the fancy
/ takes them to change their haven.
And now the sun is mounting higher
/ i'm the sky and, oh Heavens, there's
such a heat that we are 10th TO leave
| this truly charming oasis and on in
vitation we enter one OF the most
unique and delightful orchards, and the
/ nearest thing l have ever seen to bear
] out the claims Of Las Vegas to be
called the New Damascus. for truly
oriental was this Eden in the desert
| These features, together with the COM
mercial aspect of the town and its
! important relation of mercantile value
| ia Salt Lake. viii form the concluding
paper of Still Camping on the Trail"
JOHN MAGUIRE.