Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 2 (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. 2 (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
The Osage river which is a powerful stream, I struck at a place which
seemed to stagger my courage very much. There had been heavy rains but
a few days before, and this furious stream was rolling along its wild
and turbid waters, with a freshet upon it, that spread its waters,
in many places over its banks, as was the case at the place where I
encountered it. There seemed to be but little choice in places with
this stream, which, with its banks full, was sixty or eighty yards
in width, with a current that was sweeping along at a rapid rate. I
stripped everything from Charley, and tied him with his laso, until
I travelled the shores up and down for some distance, and collected
drift wood enough for a small raft, which I constructed, to carry my
clothes and saddle, and other things, safe over. This being completed,
and my clothes taken off, and they with other things, laid upon
the raft, I took Charley to the bank and drove him in and across,
where he soon reached the opposite shore, and went to feeding on the
bank. Next was to come the “_great white medicine_;” and with him,
saddle, bridle, saddle-bags, sketch-book, gun and pistols, coffee and
coffee-pot, powder, and his clothes, all of which were placed upon the
raft, and the raft pushed into the stream, and the “_medicine man_”
swimming behind it, and pushing it along before him, until it reached
the opposite shore, at least half a mile below! From this, his things
were carried to the top of the bank, and in a little time, Charley was
caught and dressed, and straddled, and on the way again.
These are a few of the incidents of that journey of 500 miles, which I
performed entirely alone, and which at last brought me out at Boonville
on the Western bank of the Missouri. While I was crossing the river
at that place, I met General Arbuckle, with two surgeons, who were to
start the next day from Boonville for Fort Gibson, travelling over
the route that I had just passed. I instantly informed them of the
condition of poor Wharton, and the two surgeons were started off that
afternoon at fullest speed, with orders to reach him in the shortest
time possible, and do everything to save his life. I assisted in
purchasing for him, several little things that he had named to me, such
as jellies—acids—apples, &c. &c.; and saw them start; and (God knows),
I shall impatiently hope to hear of their timely assistance, and of his
recovery.[12]
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