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
One of the first things noticed by the members of the expedition,
when they began to encounter the tribes living near the Rockies,
was the fact that every warrior or chief who was looked up to as a
brave man wore a necklace of terrible bears' claws. This proved that
the possessor had by his own individual prowess, and usually in an
encounter at close quarters, succeeded in slaying one of those monster
denizens of the wilds, afterwards known as grizzly bears.
There can be no doubt that this beast is by all odds the most savage
and dreaded wild animal of the Western World. Indeed, there are those
who say they would much rather meet a lion or a tiger in its native
country than the grizzly bear. When an Indian, with his primitive
weapons, and at the risk of his life, was able to take those claws, and
string them about his neck, none could dispute his right to the title
of a valiant man.
Those who have hunted big game under every sun are frank enough to say
that if a grizzly bear could climb a tree like a panther, and get over
ground as fast as a lion, he would stand without a peer as the most
feared game to be found. In these modern days of the repeating rifle of
large bore, and the exploding bullet, it is not very difficult to kill
the monster; but every one who has seen a grizzly bear in his native
haunts is willing to hold in honor those red hunters of the early
times, who, armed only with hatchet and knife, deliberately sought an
encounter, bent on proving their right to the name of warrior.
NOTE 9 (PAGE 300)
The Indians took toll of the big silver-sided salmon as they made their
way up the Columbia to spawn. They used as a rule a primitive fish
spear with which they were very expert.
There were always salmon to be found at the foot of the fall, or in
shallow creeks that emptied into the big river, but, when the spring
finally came, the fish would pass in from the sea in multitudes beyond
reckoning, all eager to get up to the shallow waters where they could
spawn.
Eye witnesses of undoubted veracity have described the scene where, in
places, the multitude of these big fish was so great that they filled
the stream with a solid mass.
Of course those days are past. In these times, when numerous canneries
are operating along the river, and millions of tins of fish are put
up every season, it could hardly be expected that the supply would
continue in unlimited quantities. Though as yet there has been no
serious inroad made, thanks to the action of the Federal Government,
and the work of the active Fish Commissioners, who see to it that
the fish wheels, by means of which catches are made, are regulated
according to law. Still the sight of the untold numbers that greeted
the eyes of the explorers on that early spring of 1806 has passed
forever.
NOTE 10 (PAGE 305)
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