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Updated: June 5, 2025
Piomingo sent back one of his men to urge Sergeant Custis to come on rapidly; and we pushed forward as fast as we could travel, hoping soon to overtake the Arrapahas. After following the trail, we found that it took the way along the mountains. This was rather an advantage in some respects, as, being accustomed to mountain travelling, we might move on faster than those of whom we were in pursuit.
On questioning Piomingo, I was convinced, from the description he gave of the white man who had been made prisoner, that it must be either Gideon or Bartle. I had great hopes, at all events, that Uncle Jeff had escaped from his pursuers; but what had since become of him I could not conjecture, nor could Piomingo give me any information.
As the light rapidly increased, and I saw him more clearly than at first, it struck me that he was the young brave, Piomingo, who had lately paid us a visit at the farm; but of this, seeing him at the distance he was from me, I could not be certain. The chase promised to be a far longer one than I had expected. The stranger seemed as resolved to escape as Winnemak was to overtake him.
I suspected that Uncle Jeff did not altogether believe the account given by the Indian. At any rate, he received it with perfect composure. "We thank you, friend Piomingo, for your good intentions. You are now at liberty to pursue your journey on your intended visit to the young squaw of whom you speak," he answered.
I raised Piomingo's head, and was thankful to find that he now began to breathe more freely. "Take care," said the chief. "He intends acting the part of the cunning fox, and will yet make an effort to escape." Piomingo turned his eyes towards the speaker, apparently understanding him. I was still making every effort to restore him, when several of Winnemak's followers came up.
I pointed out to him how it was far more noble to forgive an injury than to avenge it, and that if he allowed Piomingo to go free he would make him his friend for life. "If you choose to set him at liberty, you are welcome to do so," he said at last; "but he is unable to move, and if he remains in this camp he will be killed." "I will see to that, and assist him to get away," I answered.
As Piomingo was passing it, I saw him start in a way an Indian seldom does; and he then stood gazing earnestly at it for a minute or more. "Who is that man?" he asked, pointing to the portrait. I told him. "Ah, bad man!" he muttered; "take care what he do." "We think him a good man; he is a friend of ours." He shook his head, but said nothing more.
They have been carrying him about with them from place to place; but whether they intend to kill him, as they have done the other prisoners, I could not learn." I thanked Piomingo for his information, which, I felt sure, gratitude had prompted him to give. And, of course, I resolved to urge the chief to act upon it.
Say that we expect him to do his duty; and ask him if he knows how to load a rifle." As soon as I had finished the work I was about, I went to where Piomingo had been lying down. He was not there; I looked everywhere about for him, but he had disappeared.
Winnemak and Uncle Jeff agreed, therefore, that it would be prudent to move further to the north, in consequence of what Piomingo had told me. Camp was accordingly struck, and the baggage animals which, I am sorry to say, for the sake of my Redskin friends, included a number of the squaws were loaded.
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