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John Hobbs, scout, trapper, and veteran plainsman, happened to be hunting buffalo on Pawnee Fork, on the ground where Larned is now situated, with a party from Bent's Fort. They were just on the point of crossing the Trail at the mouth of the Pawnee when the soldiers from Fort Leavenworth came along, and from them Hobbs and his companions first learned of the murder of Chavez on Cow Creek.
Baptiste, whom the Indians never took a great fancy to, because he did not develop into a great warrior, was also ransomed by Bent, his price being only an antiquated mule. At Bent's Fort Hobbs went out trapping under the leadership of Kit Carson, and they became lifelong friends.
Vickeroy Is Branded "U.S.M." In the fall of 1863 I quit the Long Route and went up on what is known as the Denver Branch, driving from Bent's Old Fort, Colorado, to Boonville, Colorado. On my last drive across the Long Route I had a party of "dead heads." They were the "bosses" owners of the Stage Coach Company Line.
We went to Fort Leavenworth, where we learned that Col. Smith had taken command of the battalion and marched away with it. Lieut. Pace got another good horse here, and what oats and provisions we needed. We then struck out after the command. We overtook the battalion on the Arkansas River about fifty miles below Bent's Fort. Our brethren were rejoiced to see us.
I don't suppose I shall be allowed to circulate in society for a month. 'And I also. Thank goodness I shall at last get all the sleep I want. Much to Mrs. Bent's surprise she and the baby were brought over to the house almost before she knew where she was.
That is how she was taken from the Rapahoes." "A brave deed! But how did she chance to be there? Since Bent's Port was abandoned, there is no white settlement near the Big Timbers." "Ah! senor! that is the strangest part of the whole story. It was told me by Don Jose himself, while we were companeros on a trapping expedition just after he had saved the girl. Carrambo! a strange tale!"
We now began to see plenty of Indian signs all along where we traveled. There were no roads or trails to guide us. We had traveled down what is now called the Pan Handle country, to where the city of Bowie now stands, before we saw a white person after we left Bent's Fort. We met three men there.
At any rate, he suddenly changed his mind, and ordered a detail of men to go with the lieutenant. The relief party, as thus reinforced, again started, and found Kit Carson and his train of wagons at a point that is some twenty-five miles below Bent's Fort.
We had everything ready for them to break up camp when they came back, and we had all we could carry the second time. All of the nine horses were packed, and we all had to walk to Bent's Fort. After we left the Platte we took up a stream called Sand Creek which leads to the divide between the Platte and the Arkansas rivers.
When we got there I told Jim Bridger about the fight the wolves had with the buffalos, and he said, "If you had seen as much of that as I have, you would know that wolves signal to each other and understand each other the same as men do." It was early in the spring of fifty when Kit Carson, Jim Bridger, and myself met at Bent's Fort, which was on the head waters, of the Arkansas river.
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