The Pioneer Boys of the Columbia; or, In the Wilderness of the Great NorthwestRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Columbia; or, In the Wilderness of the Great Northwest
Rathborne, St. George
Columbia River -- Juvenile fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction
They were also instrumental in helping to tan some of the skins to be
used in making necessary clothing for the men. Having been almost two
years on the trail, some of the members of the expedition were sadly in
need of garments; and this well-tanned buckskin supplied the deficiency
admirably, for in those pioneer days every man was his own tailor.
It would hardly be fitting here to try to tell the many things that
occupied their attention as the winter months passed; but they were
busy most of the time. To the surprise of all the weather never became
severe. Snow they saw on the sides of the mountains, but, taken in all,
they suffered very little from cold, a fact that astonished them very
much.
Finally the spring came, and all eyes were eagerly turned toward the
rising sun; for it was known that the time was now near at hand when
they must start upon the return trip.
The ties that drew them all, men and boys, to the East were many and
strong. Their hearts often swelled with emotion as they thought of
those from whom they had been separated so many months.
"Why," Roger was accustomed to saying, when he and his chum discussed
the time of their departure, now close at hand, "I feel sure I will
never know my little sister, Mary, when I see her again; she must be
such a big girl by now. And as for your brother, Sam, you may find him
able to give you a good tussle in a wrestle."
Thus they often talked of their loved ones, but neither of the boys
ever dared express the one dread fear that sometimes tugged at their
heartstrings, which was that they might find some face missing in the
family circle when they reached home again.
Toward the end of March, everything being favorable, they once more
started up the broad Columbia, saying farewell to the place where they
had passed such a contented winter. No serious illness had visited
them, and all were very anxious to get started.
Reaching the village of the Nez Perces, they had no difficulty in
claiming their horses, which had survived the winter. And, having made
many presents to their red friends, the adventurers again set forth.
They had a faithful guide this time who showed them how to avoid some
of the worst of the burning desert. The changed season of the year
also aided them, so that, in the end, they reached in safety the lofty
barrier that divided the continent.
Crossing the Rocky Mountains they proceeded to where they had left
their companions, and were fortunate enough to find them safe and
sound. It was a joyous reunion all around.
They had troubles with the Indians, though as a rule they found the red
men inclined to be friendly; and, in return for medicine and services
rendered, received many favors at the hands of the natives, including
much-needed meat.
Once, among the Blackfeet, they were forced to make a hasty flight,
when some of the thievish Indians tried to steal their horses; and in
the mêlée a brave was shot, though the animals were saved.
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