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Show AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF their place with new ones, most beautifully ornamented according to their very last fashion. My sisters were very ingenious in such work, and they wellnigh quarreled among the~selves for the privilege of dressing me. When my toilet was finished to their satisfaction, I could compare in elegance with the most popular warrior of the tribe when in full costume. They also prepared me a bed, not so high as Haman's gallows certainly, but just as high as the lodge would admit. This was also a token of their esteem and sisterly affection. While conversing to the extent of my ability with my father in the evening, and affording him full information re?pecting the white people, their great cities, their numbers, their power, their opulence, he suddenly demanded of me if I wanted a wife; thinking, no doubt, that, if he got me married, I should lose all discontent, and forego any wish of returning to the whites. I assented, of course. "Very well," said he, "you shall have a pretty wife and a good one." Away he strode to the lodge of one of the greatest braves, and asked one of his daughters of him to bestow upon his son, who the chief must have heard was also a great brave. The consent of the parent was readily given. The name of my prospective father- in-law was Black-lodge. He had three very pretty daughters, whose names were Still-water, Blackfish, and Three-roads. Even the untutored daughters of the wild woods need a little time to prepare for such an important event, but long and tedious courtships are unknown among them. The ensuing day the three daughters were brought JAMES. P. BECKWOURTH. 149 to my father's lodge by their fath~r, and I was requested to take my choice. " Still-water" was the eldest, and I liked her name; if it was emblematic of her disposition, she was the woman I should prefer. " Stillwater," accordingly, was my choice. They were all superbly attired in garments which must have cost them months of labor, which garments the young women ever keep in readiness against such an interesting occasion as the present. The acceptance of my wife was the completion of the ceremony, and I was again a married man, as sacredly in their eyes as if the Holy Christian Church had fastened the irrevocable knot upon us. Among the Indians, the daughter receives no patrimony on her wedding-day, and her mother and father never pass a word with the son-in-law after-a custom religiously observed among them, though for what reason I never learned. The other relatives are under no such restraint. My brothers made me a present of twenty as fine horses as any in the nation-all trained war-horses. I was also presented with all the arms and instruments requisite for an Indian campaign. My wife's deportment coincided with her name; she would have reflected honor upon n1any a civilized household. She was . affectionate, obedient, gentle, cheerful, and, apparently, quite happy. No domestic thunder-storms, no curtain-lectures ever disturbed the serenity of our connubial lodge. I speedily formed acquaintance with all my immediate neighbors, and the Morning Star (which was the name conferred upon me on my recognition as the lost son) was soon a companion to all the young warriors in the village. No power on earth could have shaken their faith in my |
