"No, "twasn"t that, Jesse," said his wife. "That ain"t what put you in for train captain. It was your blamed impatience. Some of them lower Ioway men, them that first nominated you in the train meeting--town meeting--what you call it, they seen where you"d been plowing along here just to keep your hand in. One of them says to me, "Plowing, hey? Can"t wait? Well, that"s what we"re going out for, ain"t it--to plow?" says he. "That"s the clean quill," says he. So they "lected you, Jesse. And the Lord ha" mercy on your soul!"
Now the arrival of so large a new contingent as this of the Liberty train under young Banion made some sort of post-election ratification necessary, so that Wingate felt it inc.u.mbent to call the head men of the late comers into consultation if for no better than reasons of courtesy.
He dispatched his son Jed to the Banion park to ask the attendance of Banion, Woodhull and such of his a.s.sociates as he liked to bring, at any suiting hour. Word came back that the Liberty men would join the Wingate conference around eleven of that morning, at which time the hour of the jump-off could be set.
CHAPTER III
THE RENDEZVOUS
As to the start of the great wagon train, little time, indeed, remained.
For days, in some instances for weeks, the units of the train had lain here on the border, and the men were growing restless. Some had come a thousand miles and now were keen to start out for more than two thousand miles additional. The gra.s.s was up. The men from Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Iowa, Missouri, Kentucky, Arkansas fretted on the leash.
All along the crooked river front, on both sides from Independence to the river landing at Westport, the great spring caravan lay encamped, or housed in town. Now, on the last days of the rendezvous, a sort of hysteria seized the mult.i.tude. The sound of rifle fire was like that of a battle--every man was sighting-in his rifle. Singing and shouting went on everywhere. Someone fresh from the Mexican War had brought a drum, another a bugle. Without instructions, these began to sound their summons and continued all day long, at such times as the performers could spare from drink.
The Indians of the friendly tribes--Otos, Kaws, Osages--come in to trade, looked on in wonder at the revelings of the whites. The straggling street of each of the near-by river towns was full of ma.s.sed wagons. The treble line of white tops, end to end, lay like a vast serpent, curving, ahead to the West. Rivalry for the head of the column began. The sounds of the bugle set a thousand uncoordinated wheels spasmodically in motion. Organization, system were as yet unknown in this rude and dominant democracy. Need was therefore for this final meeting in the interest of law, order and authority. Already some wagons had broken camp and moved on out into the main traveled road, which lay plain enough on westward, among the groves and glades of the valley of the Kaw. Each man wanted to be first to Oregon, no man wished to take the dust of his neighbor"s wagon.
Wingate brought up all these matters at the train meeting of some three score men which a.s.sembled under the trees of his own encampment at eleven of the last morning. Most of the men he knew. Banion un.o.btrusively took a seat well to the rear of those who squatted on their heels or lolled full length on the gra.s.s.
After the fashion of the immemorial American town meeting, the beginning of all our government, Wingate called the meeting to order and stated its purposes. He then set forth his own ideas of the best manner for handling the trail work.
His plan, as he explained, was one long earlier perfected in the convoys of the old Santa Fe Trail. The wagons were to travel in close order.
Four parallel columns, separated by not too great s.p.a.ces, were to be maintained as much as possible, more especially toward nightfall. Of these, the outer two were to draw in together when camp was made, the other two to angle out, wagon lapping wagon, front and rear, thus making an oblong corral of the wagons, into which, through a gap, the work oxen were to be driven every night after they had fed. The tents and fires were to be outside of the corral unless in case of an Indian alarm, when the corral would represent a fortress.
The transport animals were to be hobbled each night. A guard, posted entirely around the corral and camp, was to be put out each night. Each man and each boy above fourteen was to be subject to guard duty under the ancient common law of the Plains, and from this duty no man might hope excuse unless actually too ill to walk; nor could any man offer to procure any subst.i.tute for himself. The watches were to be set as eight, each to stand guard one-fourth part of alternate nights, so that each man would get every other night undisturbed.
There were to be lieutenants, one for each of the four parallel divisions of the train; also eight sergeants of the guard, each of whom was to select and handle the men of the watch under him. No wagon might change its own place in the train after the start, dust or no dust.
When Wingate ended his exposition and looked around for approval it was obvious that many of these regulations met with disfavor at the start.
The democracy of the train was one in which each man wanted his own way.
Leaning head to head, speaking low, men grumbled at all this fuss and feathers and Army stuff. Some of these were friends and backers in the late election. Nettled by their silence, or by their murmured comments, Wingate arose again.
"Well, you have heard my plan, men," said he. "The Santa Fe men worked it up, and used it for years, as you all know. They always got through.
If there"s anyone here knows a better way, and one that"s got more experience back of it, I"d like to have him get up and say so."
Silence for a time greeted this also. The Northern men, Wingate"s partisans, looked uncomfortably one to the other. It was young Woodhull, of the Liberty contingent, who rose at length.
"What Cap"n Wingate has said sounds all right to me," said he. "He"s a new friend of mine--I never saw him till two-three hours ago--but I know about him. What he says about the Santa Fe fashion I know for true. As some of you know, I was out that way, up the Arkansas, with Doniphan, for the Stars and Stripes. Talk about wagon travel--you got to have a regular system or you have everything in a mess. This here, now, is a lot like so many volunteers enlisting for war. There"s always a sort of preliminary election of officers; sort of shaking down and shaping up.
I wasn"t here when Cap"n Wingate was elected--our wagons were some late--but speaking for our men, I"d move to ratify his choosing, and that means to ratify his regulations. I"m wondering if I don"t get a second for that?"
Some of the bewhiskered men who sat about him stirred, but cast their eyes toward their own captain, young Banion, whose function as their spokesman had thus been usurped by his defeated rival, Woodhull. Perhaps few of them suspected the _argumentum ad hominem_--or rather _ad feminam_--in Woodhull"s speech.
Banion alone knew this favor-currying when he saw it, and knew well enough the real reason. It was Molly! Rivals indeed they were, these two, and in more ways than one. But Banion held his peace until one quiet father of a family spoke up.
"I reckon our own train captain, that we elected in case we didn"t throw in with the big train, had ought to say what he thinks about it all."
Will Banion now rose composedly and bowed to the leader.
"I"m glad to second Mr. Woodhull"s motion to throw our vote and our train for Captain Wingate and the big train," said he. "We"ll ratify his captaincy, won"t we?"
The nods of his a.s.sociates now showed a.s.sent, and Wingate needed no more confirmation.
"In general, too, I would ratify Captain Wingate"s scheme. But might I make a few suggestions?"
"Surely--go on." Wingate half rose.
"Well then, I"d like to point out that we"ve got twice as far to go as the Santa Fe traders, and over a very different country--more dangerous, less known, harder to travel. We"ve many times more wagons than any Santa Fe train ever had, and we"ve hundreds of loose cattle along. That means a sweeping off of the gra.s.s at every stop, and gra.s.s we"ve got to have or the train stops.
"Besides our own call on gra.s.s, I know there"ll be five thousand Mormons at least on the trail ahead of us this spring--they"ve crossed the river from here to the Bluffs, and they"re out on the Platte right now. We take what gra.s.s they leave us.
"What I"m trying to get at, captain, is this: We might have to break into smaller detachments now and again. We could not possibly always keep alignment in four columns."
"And then we"d be open to any Indian attack," interrupted Woodhull.
"We might have to fight some of the time, yes," rejoined Banion; "but we"ll have to travel all the time, and we"ll have to graze our stock all the time. On that one basic condition our safety rests--gra.s.s and plenty of it. We"re on a long journey.
"You see, gentlemen," he added, smiling, "I was with Doniphan also. We learned a good many things. For instance, I"d rather see each horse on a thirty-foot picket rope, anch.o.r.ed safe each night, than to trust to any hobbles. A homesick horse can travel miles, hobbled, in a night.
Horses are a lot of trouble.
"Now, I see that about a fourth of our people, including Captain Wingate, have horses and mules and not ox transport. I wish they all could trade for oxen before they start. Oxen last longer and fare better. They are easier to herd. They can be used for food in the hard first year out in Oregon. The Indians don"t steal oxen--they like buffalo better--but they"ll take any chance to run off horses or even mules. If they do, that means your women and children are on foot. You know the story of the Donner party, two years ago--on foot, in the snow.
They died, and worse than died, just this side of California."
Men of Iowa, of Illinois, Ohio, Indiana, began to nod to one another, approving the words of this young man.
"He talks sense," said a voice aloud.
"Well, I"m talking a whole lot, I know," said Banion gravely, "but this is the time and place for our talking. I"m for throwing in with the Wingate train, as I"ve said. But will Captain Wingate let me add even just a few words more?
"For instance, I would suggest that we ought to have a record of all our personnel. Each man ought to be required to give his own name and late residence, and the names of all in his party. He should be obliged to show that his wagon is in good condition, with spare bolts, yokes, tires, bows and axles, and extra shoes for the stock. Each wagon ought to be required to carry anyhow half a side of rawhide, and the usual tools of the farm and the trail, as well as proper weapons and abundance of ammunition.
"No man ought to be allowed to start with this caravan with less supplies, for each mouth of his wagon, than one hundred pounds of flour.
One hundred and fifty or even two hundred would be much better--there is loss and shrinkage. At least half as much of bacon, twenty pounds of coffee, fifty of sugar would not be too much in my own belief. About double the pro rata of the Santa Fe caravans is little enough, and those whose transport power will let them carry more supplies ought to start full loaded, for no man can tell the actual duration of this journey, or what food may be needed before we get across. One may have to help another."
Even Wingate joined in the outspoken approval of this, and Banion, encouraged, went on:
"Some other things, men, since you have asked each man to speak freely.
We"re not hunters, but home makers. Each family, I suppose, has a plow and seed for the first crop. We ought, too, to find out all our blacksmiths, for I promise you we"ll need them. We ought to have a half dozen forges and as many anvils, and a lot of irons for the wagons.
"I suppose, too, you"ve located all your doctors; also all your preachers--you needn"t camp them all together. Personally I believe in Sunday rest and Sunday services. We"re taking church and state and home and law along with us, day by day, men, and we"re not just trappers and adventurers. The fur trade"s gone.
"I even think we ought to find out our musicians--it"s good to have a bugler, if you can. And at night, when the people are tired and disheartened, music is good to help them pull together."
The bearded men who listened nodded yet again.
"About schools, now--the other trains that went out, the Applegates in 1843, the Donners of 1846, each train, I believe, had regular schools along, with hours each day.