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
There is naturally small marvel that on this day I killed no game. My
time had been too much occupied in the examination of these singular
exhibitions of created oddity, for me to track deer or buffalo, if
indeed any were in the neighborhood.
For what reason I can scarcely say, the name I gave this place was
Death's Head Valley. It retains it to the present day.
Our camp was broken up on the next morning, and we continued, in an
almost westerly line, our course. We were advancing into a thickly
inhabited Indian country. From time to time what we believed signals
were given and answered from either side of the train. No Indians were,
however, visible.
It became clear, when we encamped for the night by Raft River, that if
the natives put in any show at all, it would be a hostile one.
The result of this was, that after our brief supper was over, Captain
Crim detailed me to make a reconnoissance of the country round our
camping-place. We had long since begun to employ military terms. The
reconnoissance proved him to have been right. Low and partially
smothered Indian fires were detected by me, through the smoke rising
from them, upon every side, and on my report being made, our guards for
the night were doubled.
Next day, by its events, amply proved the advisability of this
vigilance.
We had reached the City of Rocks, some seven or eight miles from the
point at which we had crossed the last-mentioned stream. The advanced
guard under me were moving cautiously along, exploring, almost, I had
said, every inch of the road, and occasionally throwing a quick and
marvellous glance at the springing spires, stretching battlements,
cupolas and towers which bore witness to the plentiful imagination of
the great Primal Architect and Supreme Master Mason of the earth, when
we began to discover visible traces of Indian life. Some ten minutes
after, the whole of this strange city of the unliving was literally
blackened by live and threatening red-skins. The word, inappropriate as
it may be to their color, must be pardoned. There was, and consequently
is, no more time to pick phrases than to indulge in any descriptive
power I may possess.
Giving the alarm, we fell back on the main body of our party.
Never before had I so much occasion afforded me to admire the natural
nerve and military capacity of our leader, in a position of emergency.
The wagons of the train were formed in a close circle, with the horses
hobbled inside, so as to prevent the chance of a stampede.
As for ourselves, we were posted under cover of our improvised
fortification, to await the attack, which was not long before it burst
upon us.
These preparations had been as speedily made, as the orders had been
readily given.
They did not take the boys more than ten minutes. Nor had we been any
too rapid in perfecting them.
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