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
I should here remark, that when we started from Fort Gibson, the
regiment of dragoons, instead of the eight hundred which it was
supposed it would contain, had only organized to the amount of 400
men, which was the number that started from that place; and being at
this time half disabled, furnishes but 200 effective men to penetrate
the wild and untried regions of the hostile Camanchees. All has been
bustle and confusion this day, packing up and preparing for the start
to-morrow morning. My canvass and painting apparatus are prepared and
ready for the packhorse, which carries the goods and chattels of my
esteemed companion Joseph Chadwick and myself, and we shall be the two
only guests of the procession, and consequently the only two who will
be at liberty to gallop about where we please, despite military rules
and regulations, chasing the wild herds, or seeking our own amusements
in any such modes as we choose. Mr. Chadwick is a young man from St.
Louis, with whom I have been long acquainted, and for whom I have the
highest esteem. He has so far stood by me as a faithful friend, and
I rely implicitly on his society during this campaign for much good
company and amusement. Though I have an order from the Secretary at War
to the commanding officer, to protect and supply me, I shall ask but
for their protection; as I have, with my friend Joe, laid in our own
supplies for the campaign, not putting the Government to any expense on
my account, in pursuit of my own private objects.
I am writing this under General Leavenworth’s tent, where he has
generously invited me to take up my quarters during our encampment
here, and he promises to send it by his express, which starts to-morrow
with a mail from this to Fort Towson on the frontier, some hundreds of
miles below this. At the time I am writing, the General lies pallid
and emaciated before me, on his couch, with a dragoon fanning him,
whilst he breathes forty or fifty breaths a minute, and writhes under
a burning fever, although he is yet unwilling even to admit that he is
sick.
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