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"Son," said old Auberry to me, after a time, as we trudged along up the bank, stumbling over roots and braided grasses, "that was a almighty fine lookin' gal we brung along with us there." "I didn't notice," said I. "No," said Auberry, solemnly, "I noticed you didn't take no notice; so you can just take my judgment on it, which I allow is safe. Are you a married man?" "Not yet," I said.
"By Jove, I believe he'd have got me if he'd had any sort of tools for it." "You broke treaty!" ejaculated Belknap "you broke the council word." "Did that man make the first break at you?" Auberry blazed at him. "How can I tell?" answered Orme, coolly. "It's well to be a trifle ahead in such matters." He seemed utterly unconcerned.
I say the bodies, for the lower limbs of all three had been dismembered and cast in a heap near where the bodies of the horses lay. We were on the scene of one of the brutal massacres of the savage Indian tribes. It seemed strange these things should be in a spot so silent and peaceful, under a sky so blue and gentle. "Sioux!" said Auberry, looking down as he leaned on his long rifle.
"I don't call you a liar, my man," said he. "On the contrary, what you say is very interesting. I quite believe it, although I never knew before that your natives in this country were possessed of these powers." "It ain't all of 'em can do it," said Auberry, "only a few men of a few tribes can do them things; but them that can shore can, and that's all I know about it." "Quite so," said Orme.
The sergeant of our troop, with a small number who did not care to hunt, had been left behind by Belknap's hurried orders. Again and again we heard the bugle call, and now at once saw coming down the valley the men of our little command. "What's up?" inquired Auberry, as we pulled up our galloping horses near the wagon line. "Indians!" was the answer. "Fall in!"
Auberry was his name, and as I talked with him he told me of days passed with my heroes Fremont, Carson, Ashley, Bill Williams, Jim Bridger, even the negro ruffian Beckwourth all men of the border of whose deeds I had read. Auberry had trapped from the St. Mary's to the sources of the Red, and his tales, told in simple and matter-of-fact terms, set my very blood atingle.
Auberry and I walked over and found that it was the mate of the boat, with a pair of oarsmen in a narrow river skiff. "How many's there of you?" asked the mate "Five? I can't take you all." "All right," said Auberry, "this gentleman and I will walk up to the town on this side. You take the women and the boy. We'll send down for our things in the morning, if you don't come up."
By two in the afternoon everyone in the Crow village, two hundred miles away, knowed all about the fight how many whites was killed, how many Injuns the whole shootin'-match. How they done it, I don't know, but they shore done it. Any Western man knows that much about Injun ways." "That is rather extraordinary," commented Orme. "Nothin' extraordinary about it," said Auberry, "it's just common.
Belknap expressed his contempt for all this sort of thing, but the old man assured him he would know more of this sort of thing when he had been longer in the West. "I know they do telegraph," reiterated the plainsman. "I can well believe that," remarked Orme, quietly. "Whether you do or not," said Auberry, "Injuns is strange critters.
The Sioux waved his arm vaguely. "Heap hunt," he said, in broken English now. "Where you go?" he asked, in return. Auberry was also a diplomat, and answered that we were going a half sleep to the west, to meet a big war party coming down the Platte, the white men from Laramie. The Indian looked grave at this. "Is that so?" he asked, calmly.
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