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Show 366 THE CALIFORNIA AND OREGON TRAIL. with his request. At this he begged us so hard to take pity on him, looked so disconsolate and told so lamentable a story, that at last we consented, though not without many misgivings. The rugged Anglo-Saxon of our new recruit's real name proved utterly unmanageable on the lips of our French attend. ants, and Henry Chatillon, after various abortive attempts to pronounce it, one day coolly christened him T~ te Rouge, in honor of his red curls. He had at different times been clerk of a Mississippi steamboat, and agent in a trading establish. ment at Nauvoo, besides filling various other capacities, in all of which he had seen much more of 'life' than was good for him. In the spring, thinking that a summer's campaign would be an agreeable recreation, he had joined a company of St. Louis volunteers. 'There were three of us,' said T ete Rouge, 'me and Bill Stephens and John Hopkins. ·we thought we would just go out with the army, and when we had conquered the country, we would get discharged and take our pay, you know, and go down to Mexico. They say there is plenty of fun going on there. Then we could go back to New -Orleans by way of Vera Cruz.' But T~te Rouge, like many a stouter volunteer, had reckoned without his host. Fighting Mexicans was a less amusing occupation than he had supposed, and his pleasure trip was disagreeably interrupted by brain fever, which attacked him when about half way to Bent's Fort. !-Ie jolted along through the rest of the journey in a baggage-wagon. When they came to the Fort he was taken out and left there toaether with the.. ' 0 rest of the sick. Bent's Fort does not supply the best accom· modations for an invalid. Tete Rouge's sick chamber was a TETE ROUGE, THE VOLUNTEER. 367 little mud room, where he and a companion, attacked by the same disease, were laid together, with nothing but a buffalorobe between them and the ground. The assistant surgeon's deputy visited them once a day and brought them each a huge dose of calomel, the only medicine, according to his surviving victim, which he was acquainted with. Tete Rouge woke one morning, and turning to his companion, saw his eyes fixed upon the beams above with the glassy stare of a dead man. At this the unfortunate volunteer lost his senses outright. In spite of the doctor, however, he eventually recovered ; though between the brain-fever and the calomel, his mind, originally none of the strongest, was so much shaken that it had not quite recovered its balance when we came to the Fort. In spite of the poor fellow's tragic story, there was something so ludicrous in his appearance, and the whimsical contrast between his military dress and his most unmilitary demeanor, that we could not help smiling at them. We asked him if he had a gun. He said they had taken it from him during his illness, and he had not seen it since; but perhaps, he observed, looking at me with a beseeching air, you will lend me one of your big pistols if we should meet with any Indians. I next inquired if he had a horse ; he declared he had a magnificent one, and at Shaw's request, a Mexican led him in for inspection. He exhibited the outline of a good horse, but his eyes were sunk in the sockets, and every one of his ribs could be counted. There were certain marks too about his shoulders, which could be accounted for by the circumstance, that during Tete Rouge's illness, his companion~ had seized upon the insulted charger, and harnessed him to a cannon along with the draft horses. To Tete Rouge's |