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If I could, if I dared, I would say: "Wait for a year, while I pray for a year and God help us both." As you know, I now have taken your advice. Bridger and I are joined for the California adventure. If the gold is there, as Carson thinks, I may find more fortune than I have earned. More than I could earn you gave me when I was young. That was two months ago. Now I am old.
I started one of my men to the train on a double quick to inform Jim Bridger of what we had seen and also to bring at least four or five good men and horses back with him, telling him where to meet us on his return.
"But speakin' o' buryin' things," he suddenly resumed, "an' speakin' o' plows, 'minds me o' what's delayin' us all right now. Hit's a fool thing, too buryin' Injuns!" "As which, Mr. Bridger? What you mean?" inquired Molly Wingate, looking over her spectacles.
"A thorough understanding of the subject is indispensable when you have a stepmother a young stepmother. You've met her, haven't you?" "No," said Billy. He did not want to talk about her stepmother, but he hated to tell her so. "Er yes, I believe I did see her once, come to think of it," he added honestly when memory prompted him. Miss Bridger laughed, stopped, and laughed again.
I will tell you what I want to do with it; my girls and I have picked a lot of wild onions today, and I want to make a stew, and we want you and Mr. Bridger to come to our tent and eat supper." I assured her she could have all the meat she wanted from my little heifer. One of the girls ran to their wagon to get an ax and her father to come and chop it off for them.
"Well, I speak Blackfoot, Crow, Bannack, Grow Vaw, Snake an' Ute," grumbled the scout, "but I never run acrost no Latins out here. I allowed maybe-so ye was allowin' I couldn't kill buffler with Ole Sal. That's what I keep her fer just buffler. I'll show ye afore long." And even as Bridger had promised for his favorite weapon, he did prove beyond cavil the efficiency of Old Sal.
See if you don't think it's Jim Bridger. What's he coming for two hundred miles away from his own post?" It was Jim Bridger, as the next hour proved, and why he came he himself was willing to explain after he had eaten and smoked. "I camped twelve mile back," said he, "an' pushed in this mornin'. I jest had a idee I'd sornter over in here, see how ye was gittin' along.
At eleven in the morning the train had reached the dividing ridge of the waters at Bridger Pass, seven thousand five hundred and twenty-four feet above the level of the sea, one of the highest points attained by the track in crossing the Rocky Mountains.
Cutler surrendered his office to the department inspector, and thither the lieutenant was summoned. Mrs. Sanders, with Mrs. Truman, was keeping little Mrs. Bridger company at the moment, and Blakely bowed courteously to the three in passing by. "Even in that rough dress," said Mrs.
The next morning after breakfast was over a man came to me and said, Mrs. Lynch and her daughter Lizzie would like to see me. These were the two ladies I had rescued from the Indians. I had not spoken to them since I left them with Bridger at the camp near Honey Lake.
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