The Way West

Chapter Twenty-Four.

There were eight or ten of them squatted around in the Fort Hall yard, outside the dried-mud building that Captain Grant used for office and home. The yard was in shadow, for the sun had fallen below the walls of the fort, and the beginning feel of night was in the air.

Captain Grant was the only one who stood. Seen from the ground, he looked even bigger than he was. He had England written all over him. He brushed his beard with his hand. "The Hudson"s Bay Company never has tried to get a wagon train through," he answered.

"Why not?" Gorham asked.

Captain Grant shrugged, putting into the movement more than tongue could say.

Evans asked himself whether he was ready to dislike the man just because he was British. He had been good enough to the train, good enough to be better than you might expect from a d.a.m.n Britisher. He had welcomed the company and traded with it -and made himself some money, which, still, was what he was in business for. You could buy flour from him, brought by boat and horse from the Oregon settlements, at twenty dollars a hundred, or horses at from fifteen to twenty-five each. Ifyou didn"t have money, he would take your sore-footed oxen and allow five up to twelve dollars for them. Good man or bad, though, he was British and so didn"t want Americans taking over Oregon. That stood to reason. What he had to say about the trail ahead had to be taken with salt.



"Some of you"ll git through, and maybe some wagons," the old man said and took the pipe from his mouth and looked around. "Ain"t likely the whole kit and b"ilm" of you will, but some will, an" have a heap of fun."

"How?" Tadlock asked.

"Why, to look back on. Starvin" an" thirstin" and nigh drownin" makes rich rememberin", if so be it you live to remember."

"We done all right so far," Evans put in.

"Sh.o.r.e you did, boy. Done smart, this n.i.g.g.e.r says. Ain"t quite the whisker of August, and here ye be."

"Well?"

"More this n.i.g.g.e.r thinks to it," Greenwood said, and stopped while his old lips kept his pipe alive, "more he almost wishes he was trailin" along. Californy way is too by-jesus tame. Nothin" the whole length of her to test a man. Nothin" to remember "cept easy goin"."

He had smoked his pipe down, and now he tilted the ash from it and packed in more tobacco so"s to smoke it back up without having to relight. "Shorter, too, to Californy, but this n.i.g.g.e.r"s got to point that way. Said I would an" I by-jesus will."

Summers had been sitting quiet, the lines of inside smiling at the corners of his mouth. He said, "This child"s been yan side of the Big Salt Sea, with the Diggers. Seems like it sticks in mind."

"Sure enough?" Greenwood answered as if he didn"t understand.

The look of thinking ahead was on Patch"s sharp face. "What did you say they raised in California?"

"Nothin". Nothin" "cept what"s sot in the ground and whatever chews on gra.s.s. She"s a soft country, she is, and so G.o.ddam sunny a man wonders ain"t there ever no weather there. It ain"t like Oregon thataway."

"Let"s talk straight," Tadlock said, hitching forward on the ground. "Why do you think we can"t make it to the Willamette?"

Old Greenwood spread his hands. "Did this n.i.g.g.e.r say that, now? Said some of you would. Sh.o.r.e. There"s the Snake to ford twice, "less you cross it here at Hall an" run into h.e.l.l"s trouble like Wyeth done, d.i.c.k, in "thirty-four or sometime, an" the Snake ain"t no p.i.s.s-piddle of a river even if you might think so, seein" it from here, but you"ll git over, most o" you, and maybe some wagons. An", oh, man, but it"ll be fun. Do" know as I would try the wagons, though. There"s plenty wagons for sale at Oregon City, I reckon. What you say, Cap"n?"

"I"d leave the wagons here."

"Ain"t wagons gone through before?" Gorham asked.

Greenwood answered, "Some."

"Tell us some more of your fun," Tadlock said.

"Ain"t so much more, but d.a.m.n me fer a liar if fer days you don"t roll along her rim and no drink for man or brute, and there she flows, so G.o.ddam far and steep below you couldn"t leg it down and back from sunup to sundown."

In the thinking quiet Evans smelled the smoke of dying cook fires inside the buildings flanked around. The fires would he dying at camp, too, which was pitched south and west of the fort about a mile, and Rebecca would have the plates and kettles cleaned, for the camp had eaten early, and Brownie would he watching out against the friendly, thieving Snakes. There were other smells here, the smells of smoked meat and fish and hides and tobacco, the sour aftersmell of Indians, the smell of bucket of milk that a half-breed carried by. The milk put him in mind of Independence and home and the cowshed and the Missouri flowing not so far away. He said, "We know somep"n about rivers."

"Sh.o.r.e, boy," old Greenwood answered. "The Missouri or the Mississippi, I"m thinkin". Nice water. Come to think on it, what you aim to do with your cattle?"

"Take "em along."

"Oh! An" then after the Snake, or Lewis River like sometimes we call it, you come to its pappy, an" there"s more fun. You kin say you seen the chutes and falls of her and the black, by-jesus rocks smotherin" in foam. It"s a sight, I tells you. Wuth seein"."

Evans let his gaze go from man to man, wondering if they felt like him, wary of this grandpa of the mountains but still fazed by the word of trials ahead. The company just yesterday had finished a toilsome stretch, through the black rocks and black dust this side the Bear, and had come down into the valley and seen water and woods and gra.s.s and bobolinks and killdeers, and he didn"t guess anyone wanted to move again, much less tackle what Greenwood was putting into words.

"I reckon you all know Meek," Evans said. "He swears he"s learnt a better way to Oregon. Up the Malheur River. Said it "ud save a hundred and fifty miles and more."

Captain Grant nodded. "Steve Meek. He broke with the train he was piloting and hurried here to talk himself into another. I wonder that you didn"t see him when he pa.s.sed you. What did you tell him?"

"Told him we had Summers."

Captain Grant said, "Right. I wouldn"t care to try that trail, would you, Summers?"

d.i.c.k just shook his head.

Greenwood started up his song again. "You got such a smart start, maybe you"ll git to the Willamette afore snow flies. Could be you will. Course, you"ll have rain, one day on another, fer the rainy season"s nigh here. What was it you said you aimed to do with the cattle?"

"Take "em."

"Oh! They"s a pa.s.sel o" Injuns "twixt here and there, an" I hear they"ve blacked their faces agin white parties, but fisheatin" Injuns ain"t much, like Summers"ll tell you. They ain"t likely to cause much harm."

Mack raised his eyes from the ground, which he had been worrying with one finger. "We got by the p.a.w.nees and Sioux."

"Sh.o.r.e. Sh.o.r.e."

Evans was glad when Summers spoke. It was only Summer who knew Oregon and so could speak against the man, an when he didn"t it was as if he couldn"t because the said words were truer and wiser than he could say himself. Summers asked, "Who"s payin" you, Caleb?"

"Now as fer fevers," Greenwood said, giving Summers just the corner of his eye, "there"s some as hold there"s fever on the lower river, an" this n.i.g.g.e.r "lows there"s some but not as much as claimed. There ain"t that much, or I don"t know white from Injun. You say you aimed to take your cattle along, Evans?"

Captain Grant had gone inside. He came out with a jug and cups. It was good whisky, better than old Hitchc.o.c.k sold at his store back in Independence. The captain pa.s.sed it with a manner. You had to say the British had manners, if you liked manners.

Evans didn"t know how McBee had kept quiet so long, unless i t was because of Tadlock. He rolled a swallow of whisky uround in his mouth and gulped it down and spoke up. ""Y G.o.d," he said with the bright look of a man expecting a second to his motion, "I didn"t set out for the West hopin" to live hard. I done lived hard enough already."

"Aw, don"t let this n.i.g.g.e.r scare you off," Greenwood told him. "You ain"t got more"n eight hundred miles or so to go. Could be you"ll do smart." He emptied his cup with a throwhack of his head. "An" then you can say you seen all them dead Injuns down from the Dalles, too. Man, it"s a sight to see! Dead"uns floatin" on rafts an" laid in pens an" all, along with little scare-devils. You"ll never set your eye on more good Injiins than right there."

Tadlock asked, "Was there a fight?"

"Not as fur as this n.i.g.g.e.r knows. They just up and die, reckon. Eh, Cap"n?"

Grant had seated himself with the rest. He nodded his big, British head. "Starvation and fevers, I suppose. I never stopped to think. At any rate it wasn"t a fight."

"As fer cattle," Greenwood went on, "you can d.i.c.ker fer "em when you git there. There"s a heap of cattle bein" drove from Californy to Oregon."

There was sorrow on Brother Weatherby"s face, sorrow, Evans guessed, from the cursing that he heard. He guessed, too, that it was more to get G.o.d into the open than to argue with Greenwood that he said, "We"re in the Lord"s hands, remember."

"Now that"s good," Greenwood answered. "That there is smart. There"s places you need prayer. Ain"t nothin" like a good prayer-sayer from here to Oregon City, I allus say."

"Are there markets in California?" Tadlock asked.

"Well, if you want to talk Californy, there"s no trouble about markets, stiddy markets, wheat a dollar and corn fifty cents and sheep a dollar or two."

"Who buys?"

"Hudson Bay Company, H. B. C., ol" Here Before Christ, that"s who. Git to the ports, like Saint Francisco, and you"ll see ships aplenty, makin" up cargoes to go with what they found in Oregon."

"Whose beaver you earnin", Caleb?" Summers asked again.

Tadlock had another question. He put it before Greenwood got around to d.i.c.k"s. "I suppose they need men in California?"

Greenwood studied Tadlock with eyes the years had crowded around. Watching him, Evans thought he was a wise and tricky old varmint who would know how to play to Tadlock. He felt suddenly glad that Greenwood hadn"t been on hand when the train pulled in yesterday but had just showed up today from a hunting trip or someplace. Give him time, and he would talk everyone into California, especially the women.

"Now as to that," Greenwood answered Tadlock, "she needs good men all right, and no denyin" it, but not just anybody. There"s too many by-jesus anybodies everywhere to this c.o.o.n"s way of thinkin". Needs "em, I reckon, more"n Oregon does. Oregon"s spillin" over with good men."

"What about the Mexicans?"

"Them Spaniards? They"re all right. Leave "em their blackrobes and the Pope, and they"re right as Irish. Same time, I look fer to see Californy white men"s country."

"And that"s why you"re eggin" us on?" Evans put in.

The old man spread his hands as if to show the all of him, heart and gizzard and mind and all. "You"re readin" the sign wrong, son. Ain"t I said Oregon"s all right? But if so be it you point Californy-way, that"s all right, too. An" it ain"t no harm to think it belongs with the States. This n.i.g.g.e.r don"t reckon you"re goin" to Oregon just so"s to be British?"

It was a good question, Evans thought, honest-seeming and with a point to it.

Captain Grant stirred at the words. "There are worse things than being a British subject."

"No offense, o" course," Greenwood said. "Every man to his mind, Cap"n. Every n.i.g.g.e.r to his nation."

"And whativer is wrong with the Irish?" Daugherty asked, p.r.i.c.ked out of his silence by the old man"s words.

"Niver a thing," Greenwood said back. "Niver a by-jesus thing."

"And you"ll lead a train to the Sacramento?" Tadlock asked. Already, Evans knew, his mind was making up -and it was all right. Let Tadlock go, for he couldn"t stand the Oregon train now he wasn"t captain and had been whipped to boot. And let McBee go. Let him and his family go, and Mercy that Brownie had started to shine around. Let Brewer and his thick head go. The train didn"t need numbers for safety any more.

Old Greenwood rubbed his hands and said, "Well, I don" know as you could call it a train. This n.i.g.g.e.r"s got a busted wagon or so, and his stick points that way. Reckon I"ll hang around a day or a dozen and see does any of the companies fullerin" in your dust want to jine with me. There"s a few early birds already has said yes?"

"I still say Oregon," Evans told him, and looked around to see what answer the words brought to the faces.

"Sh.o.r.e. Don"t blame you a mite. You"re big and stout. I bet you git there. An" prob"ly you"ll like it. I know folks as does. Course, for the weak and ailin", I got to say maybe Californy"s hotter, for the way"s short and easy and "pears like no one ever dies there."

"d.a.m.n if I can"t believe that," Summers said. "What was it you heerd Lewis and Clark say to their mammies?"

Greenwood laughed an easy laugh. "You ain"t so far wrong, Wung"un, but don"t git it into your head I"m done fer. Whisky"s stouter the longer she sets. You ain"t sayin" the Snake ain"t a by-jesus river, d.i.c.k, ner the Columbia, ner that a man don"t go froze for meat and water?"

"Nup. Who"s payin" you, Caleb?"

"Glad you asked me that. It"s a honest question and desarvin" of a honest answer. Cap"n John Sutter down in the Sacramento valley, he figgered maybe some would want to come his way not throwin" off on Oregon- and he says, "Caleb, here"s a little piece of money fer your old age, and whyn"t you traipse to Hall so"s to show any poor folks the way?" There"s a good man, and one to make you welcome."

Evans said, "Tell him I"m obliged, but that them that goes with me will go to Oregon." Patch nodded to the words, and Daugherty and Mack and Gorham and Weatherby, and he understood with a little gush of good feeling that they were committed to Oregon like himself. The reason for it he didn"t quite know. Was it just because they"d got their necks bent? Was it because they mistrusted Greenwood and kind of disliked Captain Grant, him being British? Was it because the thought of change just didn"t set with them? It didn"t matter. "I figger we"ll make it," he said.

Captain Grant"s voice had in it a touch of dander and a touch of giving up. "You Yankees will do whatever you set out to do, I suppose."

"We kin try."

"What is it you aim to do with the cattle?" Greenwood asked. "Swim "em. Didn"t I tell you? Swim "em down from the Dalles."

Summers stood up. Evans saw then that Brownie had come into the fort and stood back from the circle. He thought he saw trouble in the boy"s face until he told himself it was just the darkening twilight putting shadows there. "Want me, boy?"

"No. There"s -there"s someone wants to talk to d.i.c.k."

Before Summers went to Brownie and walked with him to the big gate and disappeared outside, he grinned at Greenwood. "Caleb, them California beans sure work up a blow."

Chapter Twenty-Four.

BROWNIE"S SAD-EYED, half-hound dog was waiting by the gate. He gave a slow wag of his tail as Summers and Brownie came out and fell into step behind them. "That your dog or your pa"s, you figure?" Summers asked. He went on when Brownie didn"t answer. "Or maybe Mercy McBee"s. I see he"s claimin" her, too. Where"s this hoss wants to see me?"

Brownie walked on, silent, away from the fort.

"Where you say he"s at?"

"d.i.c.k?"

"Uh-huh."

Brownie shuffled to a stop. He slid his eyes up to Summers and down to the ground. "You got time"to talk to me?"

"Sure, boy. Time aplenty. Train don"t roll till tomorrow."

"I got no business botherin" you, I reckon."

"You catched a party that loves to palaver. Jus" name your subject."

Brownie"s lips tried a word or two, not making any sound. Not until then had Summers noticed the worry in his face.

"This is poor ground for talk, I"m thinkin". Too all-fired open. Let"s set somewheres."

Brownie nodded.

"Me, now, I can"t hardly think to speak unless it"s by water or a tree. River ain"t so far."

Summers had thought maybe the boy would loosen up, walking, but he didn"t. He just lagged along, his head bent as if from the weight in it. It could be he was waiting for the dark that was settling on the land. Words sometimes came easier when the mouth that made them couldn"t be seen working. They pa.s.sed a Shoshone lodge, and a fat-faced squaw watched them as if sight was the only life in her, and two ribby dogs ran out growling and held up at Rock"s fierce answer.

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