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Chivington's quarters that evening, and as soon as we were seated, he asked me if I intended to return with the train to Bent's Fort. I answered. "I have sent word to Mr. Bent that I was coming back to the Fort as soon as I finished my business with the train here, but I have not asked Capt. McKee whether Col. Bent wants my services or not." At this moment Capt. McKee came in.
Daniel Bent's answer was 'that no written draft could be found'; but there was found attached to the printed Ordinance in my handwriting the sixth article, as it now is, that is, the slave article." The original is now in the Library of Congress, Manuscript Division. The signature of Chas.
We landed at Bent's Fort on the evening of the seventh day after I started back with him.
It was similar to that which the renowned Kit Carson filled for a number of years in the old days at Bent's Fort.
Away to the right, in the midst of the distant and invisible wheat-field, there was the same intermittent star, which like a living, breathing thing seemed to dilate in glowing respiration, as she had seen it the first night of her visit. Mr. Bent's forge! It must be nearly daylight now; the poor fellow had been up all night, or else was stealing this early march on the day.
My days and nights, as I travel here what an exhilaration! not the air alone, and the sense of vastness, but every local sight and feature. Between Pueblo and Bent's fort, southward, in a clear afternoon sun-spell I catch exceptionally good glimpses of the Spanish peaks.
According to their accounts, the trail below was in a very dangerous state. They had repeatedly detected Indians prowling at night around their camps; and the large party which had left Bent's Fort a few weeks previous to our own departure had been attacked, and a man named Swan, from Massachusetts, had been killed.
All of this kind of work I had learned at Bent's Fort, while there, from the many trappers there. Besides, Uncle Kit had given me other lessons in the work. Uncle Kit and Mr. Hughes made a trip to the cache every other day until the stuff was all packed up to our winter quarters.
Amidst a deep silence something suggesting to everybody that Mr. Bent's sharp-looking London friend was about to get at things he put his first question to Miss Pett. "How long have you known Mr. Kitely?" "Ever since I engaged with him as his housekeeper," answered Miss Pett. "How long since is that?" asked Brereton. "Nine to ten years nearly ten."
Long-handled copper skillets and stew pans were ranged along the walls, suspended from hooks; and a strangely colored china press filled with an odd assortment of dishes was at one side. Mrs. Bent laughed when she saw Molly examining the press. "That is inherited from Mr. Bent's student days. It is a plain deal closet, colored with palette scrapings.
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