Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.Perrie, George W.
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Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.
Perrie, George W.
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Latter Day Saints -- Fiction; Western stories
It must be remembered that there was scarcely one of our party who,
while engaged in active work, looking after the Indians, was not in the
habit of keeping one eye at least half-open in the hours of his
intermittent rest. Possibly, however, it was the belief that there was
no actual danger immediately around us, as well as the security Tom's
size and weight appeared to afford against any attempt on his part to
escape, that prevented our slumbers from being broken. At all events, it
was difficult for us to realize the fact that he had managed it. We were
all of us sleeping upon the floor of the house. Our blankets were all we
had. Beds were then a scarcity, in this portion of the West, as, indeed,
they would be now, at any Ranch in a section of it not too thickly
populated. How the deuce he managed to step over the prostrate forms of
so many of us as were lying between him and the door, without disturbing
one of the sleepers, it would be impossible to say. Had he made the
error of half an inch, in placing one of his feet upon the ground, he
could not have failed to waken the Ranger on whose body or limbs he must
have trodden. Fear had evidently much lightened his person. In addition
to this, I could not help suspecting that George Laithrop had connived
at his escape. Of course, there was a frightful commotion about it
amongst the boys, whose feelings of security amongst themselves had been
so unpleasantly dispelled by his conduct. George, however, escaped
without the slightest suspicion. If any one was imagined to have aided
and abetted his flight it was myself and Harry Arnold. In fact, as we
were riding back to Susanville, Butch' could not help saying:
"I'm darned if yer didn't manage the thing well, Mose."
After this, none of us again alluded to it. Life was too active and full
of daily excitement, to give us time for recalling such an event after
it had reckoned itself with the doings of the past.
Only once since then, did I hear anything of "Fatty." He had been seen
by a trapper on the Humboldt River, and had then said he was on the way
to Salt Lake City. He may possibly by this time have become a Mormon,
and been enrolled as an elder of that polygamous community.
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