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While we were eating Jim Bridger looked at me and said, "Will, you have the best of me tonight, but when we get to the Beaver grounds I'll have a Beaver's tail roasted for my supper and then I'll be even with you." I never saw a band of men enjoy a meal more than those men did that night. In this climate people have better appetites than any climate I have ever been.
Charming Billy, fumbling the latigo absently, felt a sudden belligerence toward her father. "He ought to have his head punched good and plenty!" he blurted sympathetically. To his amazement Miss Bridger drew herself up and started for the door. "I'm very sorry you don't like the idea of us being here, Mr.
Before I had finished telling the condition of the bodies when we found them, I was afraid the young lady would faint, she seemed to take the horrid news much harder than her mother did. When we got to camp we found that Bridger had been there some two hours ahead of us and had men digging the graves and others tearing up the wagon box to make coffins to bury the bodies in.
The train made good progress, and more than half the journey to Fort Bridger was accomplished without a setback. When the Rockies were reached, a noon halt was made near Green River, and here the men were surrounded and overcome by a large force of Danites, the "Avenging Angels" of the Mormon Church, who had "stolen the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in."
Bridger produced a ham of venison, some beans, a bannock and some coffee not to mention his two bottles of fiery fluid before any word was passed regarding future plans or past events. "Come here, Jim," said Jackson after a time, tin cup in hand. The other followed him, likewise equipped. "Heft this pannier, Jim." "Uh-huh? Well, what of hit? What's inter hit?" "Not much, Jim.
When they reached the Rocky Mountains, the snow lay from one to three feet deep on the loftier ridges which they were obliged to cross. The struggle with the elements, during the last two hundred miles before gaining Fort Bridger, was desperate.
I have not heard about you since Tom left, except that he wrote me a short letter from Bridger saying that you had passed the winter up among the mountains by the Big Wind River. That you had had troubles with the Indians, and hadn't been able to do much trapping or looking for gold." "Well, we will tell it between us," Harry said, "for it is a long yarn."
They came in all shapes. They came in wagons, in hand carts and on horse back. The hand carts had from four to six men to pull them, and I saw a few that had eight men pulling one cart. Uncle Kit, Bridger and I remained there four days, just to see the crowds that were coming in. We found out the way to Russel's gulch, and we decided to go up there.
On the way back the General asked Bridger how much he meant to charge the emigrants to take the train across. Bridger said, "What do you say, Will?"
Here we are now, nearly at the end of December. It will take you a month to get there, say another fortnight to go on to Salt Lake City and register your claim and get back to Bridger, then it would be a month getting back here again; that would take you to the middle of March.
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