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Show FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. 95 and I rode along with them, chatting with the old chief. We had taken a few things with us to trade for the meat. We camped in the afternoon some thirty miles from home. The old chief called out and soon the squaws commenced bringing in a few pounds each of good dried meat. We traded for about three hundred pounds all our mule could pack and about all the Indians could spare. This, of course, was all we could expect, but the old chief said maybe they could do more for us in the morning. I think Brother Hampton and I really enjoyed our-selves that night. We slept in a lodge, ate meat, and drank coffee. The. squaws' dirt, or dogs sticking their noses into the meat dishes, made no difference to us ; or if it did we ate all the same. Next morning after breakfast, we saddled up, pack-ing our dried meat on the mule. As we were about ready to start there was quite a commotion in camp. We thought at first the Crow Indians were upon us, but the old chief, looking in an easterly direction said, " It is some of the young men driving a buffalo. Now good- by. You go on your road ( our track was to the north) and you will find some more meat ready for you soon." We started and had gone but a short distance, probably three miles, when we found the buffalo that was being chased had been run into our trail, killed and made ready to deliver to us. We gave them some few things we had left and they loaded both of our saddle animals. This left us nearly thirty miles to go afoot. We did not mind this on the start, but did before we got home. |
