Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 393, July 1848Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 393, July 1848
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
Numerous camp-fires surrounded the waggons, and by them lounged
wild-looking mountaineers, easily distinguished from the "greenhorn"
teamsters by their dresses of buckskin, and their weather-beaten
faces. Without an exception, these were under the influence of the
rosy god; and one, who sat, the picture of misery, at a fire by
himself--staring into the blaze with vacant countenance, his long
matted hair hanging in unkempt masses over his face, begrimed with
the dirt of a week, and pallid with the effects of ardent drink--was
suffering from the usual consequences of having "kept it up"
beyond the usual point, and now was paying the penalty in a fit of
"horrors"--as _delirium tremens_ is most aptly termed by sailors and
the unprofessional.
In another part, the merchants of the caravan and Indian traders
were superintending the lading of the waggons, or mule packs. These
were dressed in civilised attire, and some bedizened in St Louis
or Eastern City dandyism, to the infinite disgust of the mountain
men, who look upon a bourge-way (bourgeois) with most undisguised
contempt, despising the very simplest forms of civilisation. The
picturesque appearance of the encampment was not a little heightened
by the addition of several Indians from the neighbouring Shawnee
settlement, who, mounted on their small active horses, on which they
reclined, rather than sat, in negligent attitudes, quietly looked on
at the novel scene, indifferent to the "chaff" which the thoughtless
teamsters indulged in at their expense. Numbers of mules and horses
were picketed at hand, while a large herd of noble oxen were being
driven towards the camp--the wo-ha of the teamsters sounding far and
near, as they collected the scattered beasts in order to yoke up.
As most of the mountain men were utterly unable to move from camp,
Luke and La Bonté, with three or four of the most sober, started
in company, intending to wait on "Blue," a stream which runs into
the Caw or Kanzas River, until the "balance" of the band came up.
Mounting their mules, and leading the loose animals, they struck
at once into the park-like prairie, and were out of sight of
civilisation in an instant.
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