The quarterly of the Oregon Historical Society, Vol. 1, No. 3, September, 1900Oregon Historical Society
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The quarterly of the Oregon Historical Society, Vol. 1, No. 3, September, 1900
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The picket soon was seen, riding at top speed, and crying as he came,
“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!” and just behind him was an enormous buffalo,
charging the whole train. The animal did not stop until within a few
rods, and then only with lowered head, and huge square shoulders. The
difficulty of shooting him without inducing him to make a charge, if not
dropped, was at once apparent. But at length, at a signal, about fifteen
rifle balls were poured into his front; and after a moment he began to
reel from side to side, and then fell over. Even then no one dared to go
and cut the throat, to bleed him; but after a time one cried, “I’ll do
it!” and the deed was done. It required several yoke of oxen to make a
team strong enough to drag him to camp, and his estimated weight was
twenty-two hundred pounds.
The last buffalo meat was from an animal that had just been killed by a
party of trappers near the divide of the Rocky Mountains. As for deer
and elk, none of these were seen on the plains. Birds of the prairie
were abundant, especially the sage hens, as the more arid regions were
crossed; but the flavor of this fowl was too high for the ordinary
appetite. Rattlesnakes were innumerable, but no one of the train
suffered from these reptiles except a girl. This occurred at
Independence Rock. As the young lady was clambering among the crevices,
she incidentally placed her hand upon a snake, which struck. Large doses
of whiskey, however, soon neutralized the venom.
After crossing the divide of the Rocky Mountains to the headwaters of
the Snake River, the numberless salmon of the streams become the wild
food in place of the buffalo meat of the plains. At Salmon Falls there
were many Indians of different western tribes taking the fish as they
ascended the rapids. In consequence, the royal Chinook was sold very
cheap; for a brass button one could buy all that he could carry away.
Here occurred a laughable incident. The whole camp was almost stampeded
by one wild Indian. He was a venerable fellow, dressed in a tall old
silk hat, and a vest, and walked pompously as if conscious of his
finery; his clothing, however, being nothing except the hat and vest. At
his approach, the camp was alarmed. The more modest hastily retreated to
their tents; and some of the men, angry that their wives should be
insulted, were for shooting the inconsiderate visitor. A young married
man, whose bride was particularly scandalized, was greatly exasperated.
But the object of the old Indian was merely peaceable barter. He carried
in each hand an immense fish; and Mr. Cosgrove, seeing his inoffensive
purpose, bade the boys be moderate, and going out to meet him, hastily
sawed a button from his coat, with which he purchased the fish, and sent
the old fellow off thoroughly satisfied.
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