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Show 148 THE CALIFORNIA AND OREGON TRAIL. and scattered groves. On our left was a barren prairie, stretch. ing to the horizon; on our right, a deep· gulf, with Laramie Creek at the bottom. We found ourselves at length at the edge of a steep descent ; a narrow valley, with long rank grass and scattered trees stretching before us for a mile or more along the course of the stream. Reaching the farther end, we · slopped and encamped. An old huge cotton-wood tree spread its branches horizontally over our tent. Laramie Creek, circling before our camp, half inclosed us ; it swept along the bottom of a line of tall white cliffs that looked down on us from the farther bank. There were dense copses on our right; the cliffs, too, were half hidden by shrubbery, though behind us a few cotton-wood trees, dotting the green prairie, alone impeded the view, and friend or enemy could be discerned in that direction at a mile's distance. Here we resolved to remain and await the arrival of the Whirlwind, who would certainly pass this way in his progress toward La Bonte's Camp. To go in search of him was not expedient, both on account of the broken and impracticable nature of the country and the uncertainty of his position and movements ; besides, our horses were almost worn out, and I was in no condition to travel. We had good grass, good water, tolerable fish from the stream, and plenty of smaller game, such as antelope and deer, though no buffalo. There was one little drawback to our satisfaction; a certain extensive tract of bushes and dried grass, just behind us, which it was by ·no means advisable to enter, since it sheltered a numerous brood of rattlesnakes. Henry Chatillon again dispatched' The I-Iorse 'to the village, with a message to his squaw that she and her relatives should leave the rest and push on as rapidly as possible to our camp. THE WAR P AR"l'IES. 149 Our daily routine soon became as regular as that of a wellordered household. The weather-beaten old tree was in the centre; our rifles generally r ested against its vast trunk, and our saddles were flung on the ground around it ; its distorted roots were so twisted as to form one or two convenient armchairs, where we could sit in the shade and read or smoke; but meal-times became, on the whole, the most interesting hours of the day, and a bountiful provision was made for them. An antelope or a deer usually swung from a stout bough, and haunches were suspended against the trunk. That camp is daguerreotyped on my memory; the old tree, the white tent, with Shaw sleeping in the shadow of it, and Reynal's miserable lodge close by the bank of the stream. It was a wretched ovenshaped structure, made of begrimed and tattered buffalo-hides stretched over a frame of poles; one side was open, and at the side of the opening hung the powder-horn and bullet-pouch of the owner, together with his long red pipe, and a rich quiver of otter-skin, with a bow and arrows; for Reynal, an Indian in most things but color, chose to hunt buffalo with these primitive Weapons. In the darkness of this cavern-like habitation mio-ht ' b be discerned Madame Margot, her overgrown bulk stowed away among her domestic implements, furs, robes, blankets, and painted cases of par' fleche, in which dried meat is kept. I-Iere she sat from sunri~e to sunset, a bloated im.personation of gluttony and laziness, while her affectionate proprietor was smoking, or begging petty gifts from us, or telling lies concerning his own achievements, or perchance engaged in the more profitable occupation of cooking some preparation of prairie delicacies. Reynal was an adept at this work ; he and Delorier have joined forces, and are hard at work together over the fire, while Ray- |