We all knew Forrest was bluffing. The fact that we were water-bound was
too apparent to admit of question, and since the elements were beyond
our control, there was no telling when relief would come. Until the
weather moderated in the hills to the west, there was no hope of
crossing the river; but men grew hungry and nights were chilly, and
bluster and bravado brought neither food nor warmth. A third wave was
noticed within an hour, raising the water-gauge over a foot. The South
Fork of the Big Cheyenne almost encircled the entire Black Hills
country, and with a hundred mountain affluents emptying in their
tribute, the waters commanded and we obeyed. Ordering my men to kill a
beef, I rode down the river in the hope of finding Sponsilier on our
side, and about noon sighted his camp and cattle on the opposite bank.
A group of men were dallying along the shore, but being out of hearing,
I turned back without exposing myself.
On my return a general camp had been established at the nearest wood,
and a stray killed. Stakes were driven to mark the rise or fall of the
water, and we settled down like prisoners, waiting for an expected
reprieve. Towards evening a fire was built up and the two sides of ribs
were spitted over it, our only chance for supper. Night fell with no
perceptible change in the situation, the weather remaining dry and
clear. Forrest’s outfit had been furnished horses from my remuda for
guard duty, and about midnight, wrapping ourselves in slickers, we lay
down in a circle with our feet to the fire like cave-dwellers. The
camp-fire was kept up all night by the returning guards, even until the
morning hours, when we woke up shivering at dawn and hurried away to
note the stage of the water. A four-foot fall had taken place during
the night, another foot was added within an hour after sun-up,
brightening our hopes, when a tidal wave swept down the valley, easily
establishing a new high-water mark. Then we breakfasted on broiled
beefsteak, and fell back into the hills in search of the huckleberry,
which abounded in that vicinity.
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