Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existingCatlin, George
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Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existing
Catlin, George
Indians of North America
In the morning, and before sunrise, as usual, Bogard (who was a Yankee,
and a “wide-awake-fellow,” just retiring from a ten years’ siege of
hunting and trapping in the Rocky Mountains,) thrust his head out from
under the robe, rubbing his eyes open, and exclaiming as he grasped
for his gun, “By darn, look at old Cale! will you!” Ba’tiste, who was
more fond of his dreams, snored away, muttering something that I could
not understand, when Bogard seized him with a grip, that instantly
shook off his iron slumbers. I rose at the same time, and all eyes
were turned at once upon _Caleb_ (as the grizzly bear is familiarly
called by the trappers in the Rocky Mountains—or more often “Cale,” for
brevity’s sake), who was sitting up in the dignity and fury of her sex,
within a few rods, and gazing upon us, with her two little cubs at her
side! here was a “_fix_,” and a subject for the painter; but I had no
time to sketch it—I turned my eyes to the canoe which had been fastened
at the shore a few paces from us; and saw that everything had been
pawed out of it, and all eatables had been without ceremony devoured.
My packages of dresses and Indian curiosities had been drawn out upon
the bank, and deliberately opened and inspected. Every thing had been
scraped and pawed out, to the bottom of the boat; and even the rawhide
thong, with which it was tied to a stake, had been chewed, and no doubt
swallowed, as there was no trace of it remaining. Nor was this peep
into the secrets of our luggage enough for her insatiable curiosity—we
saw by the prints of her huge paws, that were left in the ground, that
she had been perambulating our humble mattresses, smelling at our toes
and our noses, without choosing to molest us; verifying a trite saying
of the country, “That man lying down is _medicine_ to the grizzly
bear;” though it is a well-known fact, that man and beast, upon their
feet, are sure to be attacked when they cross the path of this grizzly
and grim monster, which is the terror of all this country; often
growing to the enormous size of eight hundred or one thousand pounds.
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