"Of course, it"s all easy now. We know the Black Hills are in the southwest corner of South Dakota, and that the Belle Fourche River of the old cow country runs into the Cheyenne, which flows almost east, into the Missouri. But if Mr. Valle had not been out to the Black Hills, Lewis and Clark would not have been able to give this information. Then, again, while they were at the Ree village, on October 10th, two more Frenchmen came to breakfast, "Mr. Tabo and Mr. Gravolin," who were already in this country.
"To me, one of the most interesting things is to see the overlapping and blending of all these things--how the turkey once overlapped the antelope and prairie dog; how the Rees, who were only scattered branches of the p.a.w.nees, properly at home away down in Kansas--overlapped the Sioux, who sometimes raided the p.a.w.nees below the Platte.
"And these French traders said the Spaniards sometimes came to the mouth of the Kaw River, and even on the Platte. So there we were, overlapping Spain to the west. And up above, Great Britain was overlapping our claims to the valley of the Columbia and even part of this Missouri Valley. You can see how important this journey was.
"You"ll remember the lower Brule Sioux Reservation, below us and west of the river. The Cheyenne Reservation is in above here, below the mouth of the Cheyenne River. From there the river takes a pretty straight shoot up into North Dakota. A great game country, a wild cow country, and now a quiet farming country. A bleak, snow-covered, wind-swept waste it then was. And it was winter that first stopped that long, slow, steady, tireless advance of the "Corps of Vollenteers.""
"I see they broke one more private before they got to the Mandans,"
said John, running ahead in the pages of the book.
"Yes, that was Newman, who had been found guilty of mutinous expressions. Seventy-five lashes and expulsion from the Volunteers was what the court of nine men gave him. They always were dignified, and they enforced respect from whites and Indians alike."
"Well," grumbled Jesse, "it looks to me like there had been a whole lot of people wandering around across this country long before Lewis and Clark got here."
"Right you are, my boy. The truth is that right across these Plains there went west the first American exploring expedition that ever saw the Rockies. The French n.o.bleman Verendrye, his three sons, and a nephew, not to mention quite a band of Indians, started west across from the Mandan country in 1742. On January 1, 1743, he records his first sight of the Rocky Mountains, which he calls the Shining Mountains--a fine name it is for them, too.
"The Verendrye expedition was the first to cross Wyoming or the Dakotas so far in the west. They came back through the Bad Lands, above here, and Verendrye records in his journal that near a fort of the Arikara Indians he buried a plate of lead, with the arms and inscription of the king. He did this in March, 1743. It always was supposed that this was at or near Fort Pierre, South Dakota. That suspicion was absolutely correct.
"In a little railway pamphlet put out by the Northern Pacific Railway it is stated that on Sunday, February 16, 1913--one hundred and seventy years after Verendrye got back that far east--a school girl playing with some others at the top of a hill sc.r.a.ped the dirt from the end of a plate, which then was exposed about an inch above the ground. She pulled it out. The story said it looked like a range-stove lining. It was eight and a half inches long by six and a half inches wide and an eighth of an inch in thickness. Well, it was discovered to be the old Verendrye lead plate--that"s all!"
"That"s a most extraordinary thing!" said Rob. "Well, anyhow, it shows the value of leaving exploring records. So you couldn"t blame William Clark for writing his name at least twice on the rocks."
"No, the story of the Verendrye plate is, I think, one of the most curious things I have ever read in regard to early Western history. You never can tell about such things. Well, in any case Verendrye, the first white man who ever saw the Shining Mountains, died in 1749. That was fifty-five years before Lewis and Clark started up the river.
"There is not a hundred miles, or ten miles, or one mile, along all these sh.o.r.es which has not historical value if you and I only knew the story."
"But it"s a long, long way up to the Mandans still," began John once more.
His Uncle d.i.c.k gayly chided him.
"It"ll not be so long--only a little over three hundred miles from here."
"If only there were the buffalo!" said Jesse.
"Yes, if only there were the buffalo, and the antelope and the Indians!
I"d give a good deal to have lived in those days, my own self. Good night, Jess. Good night, Rob and Frank."
CHAPTER XIV
IN DAYS OF OLD
The young travelers each night made their beds carefully, for they long since had learned that unless a man sleeps well he cannot enjoy the next day"s work. It has been noted that they had three buffalo robes for part of their bedding, one each for Uncle d.i.c.k and Rob, while John and Jesse shared one between them. In the morning Uncle d.i.c.k noted that the latter two boys had their robe spread down with the hair side up.
"I suppose you did that to get more of a mattress?" he said. "But suppose you wanted to keep warm in really cold weather, in a snowstorm, say. Which side of the robe would you wear outside?"
"Why, the smooth side, of course!" replied Jesse, who was rolling the robe. "That"d have the warm fur next to you, so you"d be warmer that way."
"No, there"s where you are wrong," said his uncle. "The old-timers always slept with the hair outside, and the Indians wore their robes that way. "Buffalo know how to wear his hide!" is the way an Indian put it. And, you see, a buffalo always did wear his hair outside! Next to the musk ox, he was the hardiest animal on this continent and could stand the most cold. No blizzards on these plains ever troubled him. He could get feed when other animals starved."
"He"d paw down through the snow to the gra.s.s," said Jesse.
"Again you are wrong. A horse paws snow. The buffalo threw the snow aside with his hairy jaws or his whole head--he rooted for the gra.s.s!"
"Well, I didn"t know that."
"A good many things are now forgotten," said his friend. "Writers and artists and even scientists quite often are wrong. For instance, in pictures you almost always see the herd led by the biggest buffalo bull.
In actual fact it was always an old cow that led the herd. The bulls usually were at the rear, to defend against wolves. And when a buffalo ran, he ran into the wind, not downwind, like the deer. Few remember that now.
"Take the antelope, too. The old hunters always knew that the antelope shed his horns, same as a deer, but scientists denied that for years, because they didn"t happen to see any shed horns. I have had an antelope buck"s horn pull off in my hand, in the month of May, and it left the soft core exposed, covered with coa.r.s.e black filaments like black hairs.
Naturally, in the fall, at the time Lewis and Clark got their "goat," as they called the antelope, the horns were on tight, so they supposed they didn"t shed.
"They sent President Jefferson specimens of the new animals they found--the antelope, prairie dog, prairie badger, magpie, bighorn, and a grizzly-hide or so. They got their four bighorn heads at the Mandans, none very large, though "two feet long and four inches diameter" seemed big to them. And I shouldn"t wonder if those horns could have been pulled off the pith after they got good and dry. The horns of the bighorn will dry out and lose at least ten per cent of their measurement, in a few years" hanging on a wall. I have had a bighorn"s curly horn come off the pith in rough handling three or four years after it was killed; but of course the horns never were shed in life."
"Did they get them along the Missouri?" asked Jesse, now.
"Not until they got above the mouth of the Yellowstone. There they killed a lot of them."
"They saw one big grizzly track before they got to the Mandans," said Rob, who was listening.
"Oh yes--that might have been. Alexander Henry the younger tells us of grizzlies in northern Minnesota in early days. In all the range country along the Missouri from lower South Dakota the grizzly used to range, and he was on the Plains all the way to the Rockies, and from Alaska to New Mexico and Utah, as I can personally testify. Just how far south he ran in here I don"t know--some think as far south as upper Iowa, but we can"t tell. He couldn"t do much with deer and antelope, and worked more on elk and buffalo, when it came to big meat. He"d dig out mice and eat crickets, though, as well.
"Yes, he"d been all along this country, I"m sure.
"But Lewis and Clark didn"t really kill any grizzlies until they got above the Yellowstone--and then they certainly got among them. Ga.s.s records sixteen grizzlies met with between the Yellowstone and the Great Falls of the Missouri. He usually calls them "brown bears," which shows the great color range of the grizzly. Lewis and the others call them "white bears." The typical grizzly had a light-yellowish coat, often dark underneath.
"Of course, color has nothing to do with it. I"ve seen them almost black. The silvertip is a grizzly. The giant California bear was a grizzly. The great Kadiak bears which you boys saw were grizzlies of a different habitat. I"ve seen a grizzly with a hide almost red. But of course you know that the "cinnamon bear" is practically always a black bear; and a black bear mother may have two cubs, one red and one quite black.
"Scientists try to establish a dozen or two "species" of bears--even making different "species" of the black bears of the southern Mississippi bottoms--Arkansas, Louisiana, etc.--and I don"t know how many sorts of "blue bears" and "straw bears," "glacier bears," etc., among the grizzlies. Of course, bears differ, just as men do. But the one thing which remains constant is the length of the claws, or front toe nails--what the _Journal_ calls their "talons." In a black bear these are always short. In a grizzly they are always long--they get them up to four and one-half inches, and I believe some of your Kadiaks have even longer claws. Colors grade, but claws don"t. I even think the polar bear is a grizzly of the North--white because he lives on snow and ice, and with a snaky head because he has to swim. But his claws he needed and kept.
"The long-clawed bears were all predatory; the short-clawed ones never were. Not long ago I read a magazine story about a black bear which killed a moose with seven-foot horns. There never was a black bear ever killed any moose, and there never was any moose with horns that wide.
Such things are nonsense--like a great part of the magazine animal fiction."
Rob was interested. "Too bad they"ve trapped off about all the grizzlies," he said now. "I"ve tried a lot of kinds of sport, and of them all, I like grizzly hunting, quail shooting, and fly fishing for trout."
"Not a bad selection! Well, the first is hard to get now. The grizzly is closer to extinction than the elk or the buffalo, for the buffalo breed in domestic life, and the grizzly--well, he hasn"t domesticated yet.
He"s the one savage--he and the gray wolf--that would never civilize.
And he"s gone."
"But, Uncle d.i.c.k, those bears must have been a different species from grizzlies nowadays. Look how they fought? Even Lewis came near being killed by them more than once."
"Yes, they"d fight, in those days, for they were bigger and bolder, and they had not yet learned fear of the rifle. You must remember that while, in this country up to the Mandans, the early traders had been ahead of Lewis and Clark, above the Yellowstone no white man ever had gone. Those bears thought a white man was something good to eat, and they offered to eat him.
"Their rifles were muzzle loaders--I"ve often and often tried to find just the size ball they used, but I can"t find such exact mention of their weapons--but they were light and inefficient single-shot rifles, as we now look at it, even in the hands of exact riflemen, as all those men were. So the grizzlies jumped them. They shot one sixteen times.
Lewis had to jump in the river to escape from one. Oh, they had merry times in those days, when grizzlies were regular fellows!"