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Updated: June 26, 2025
They were returning from their expedition, and if the statement of the number that had left home was correct, had lost at least three. The spyglass disclosed the chieftain Amokeat to the Shawanoe, who, with his horse on a walk, was riding at the head of the procession. The instrument revealed another significant fact: Neither Amokeat nor any of his warriors was mounted on Whirlwind.
"Deerfoot seeks his horse. Where is he?" Amokeat must have expected the question, for he shook his head and answered in the language of the Blackfeet: "Amokeat is grieved to tell Deerfoot he will never see the horse he loves again. It saddens the heart of Amokeat, but he speaks with a single tongue." "Is my horse dead?" "That Amokeat does not know.
Deerfoot had to struggle to restrain his indignation. Had he been within reach of Amokeat at that moment, it is not unlikely he would have dragged him from his horse and given him a lesson he could never forget. The very thing the Shawanoe had feared from the first had occurred: the stallion was either stolen or dead.
Had he not been so warm in his expressions of this faith in Amokeat, Deerfoot would never have left the stallion Whirlwind in his care while the explorers were pressing their way down the Columbia to tidewater. As it was, the Shawanoe was troubled by misgivings from the hour he parted company with his matchless steed.
The dusky youth made his way directly to the point where he had been informed Amokeat and his party had left on their northward excursion, and, without looking behind him, found the trail and began his long journey. Mul-tal-la waited for some minutes after his departure and then gave the word for the brothers to make ready.
They were under the lead of Amokeat, who rode away on the back of Whirlwind. They had been gone several days and were liable to return at any hour, or they might be absent for a week or more longer. When Deerfoot gained this information he was filled with indignation. Without speaking, he turned his back upon his friends and walked to and fro for several minutes.
They were silent, for none could say aught to comfort him. "We will look for Amokeat," he quietly remarked, leading the way to the village. There the inquiries of Mul-tal-la brought the first definite information of the missing horse. It was of anything but a pleasant nature. It has been said that about a score of Nez Perce warriors were absent on a scouting or hunting expedition.
Mul-tal-la, who had spoken hardly a word, now told Deerfoot he would find out all that was to be learned of Amokeat and his party. Left alone with the lads, the Shawanoe explained the plan he had formed. "Mul-tal-la will take my brothers to his home among the Blackfeet, where they will stay until spring comes; winter is too near for them to travel any farther toward the Ohio.
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