The War-Trail Fort: Further Adventures of Thomas Fox and Pitamakan
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY GEORGE VARIAN
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY PERRY MASON COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY JAMES WILLARD SCHULTZ
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
One of the most vivid impressions of my youth is of a certain evening in the spring of 1865. It was the evening of May 21. Just before sundown the first steamboat of the season, the Yellowstone II, arrived from St. Louis and brought the astounding news that the American Fur Company was going out of business and was selling its various trading-posts, forts and stocks of goods, good-will and all, to private individuals.
To most of us in Fort Benton, factor, clerks, artisans, voyageurs, trappers and hunters, it was as if the world were coming to an end. The company—by which we meant the Chouteaus, father and sons—was the beginning and the end of our existence. We revered the very name of it; we were faithful to it and ready to die for it if need be. Now we were left to shift for ourselves. What were we to do?
Boylike, I had gone aboard the boat as soon as it landed and had passed an hour in wandering about it from end to end and from hold to pilot-house. Up in the pilot-house I found Joe La Barge, the most famous and trusted of the Missouri River pilots.
Well, Master Thomas Fox, he said to me, it is bad news that we have brought you, isn't it? What is your Uncle Wesley going to do, I wonder, now that the company is selling out?
The company is selling out? What do you mean? I faltered.
He told me, and I turned from him instantly and ran ashore. I sprang through the stockade gate of the fort and paused, struck by something unfamiliar there in the great court: it was the strange silence. The voyageurs, the trappers and hunters, most voluble of men, were sitting in the doorways of their quarters and saying never a word; the terrible news had tongue-tied them. I had been hurrying to my uncle's quarters to ask the truth of what the pilot had told me; but the dejected attitude of the employees was proof enough that the news was true.
James Willard Schultz
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The War-Trail Fort
WE SAW HIM STOOP OVER THE FALLEN MAN, THEN RISE WITH A BOW AND A SHIELD THAT HE WAVED ALOFT
Contents
Illustrations
The War-Trail Fort
A COMPANY DISSOLVES AND A NEW VENTURE STARTS
A HOSTILE TRIBE LEAVES FOOTPRINTS
WE FOUND THE TRACKS OF THEIR BARE FEET IN THE MUD
FAR THUNDER RIDS THE PLAINS OF A RASCAL
THE STEAMBOAT REFUSES TO STOP
TWO CROWS RAISE THEIR RIGHT HANDS
ABBOTT FIRES INTO A CLUMP OF SAGEBRUSH
AT LAST WE HAD ALL THE HORSES IN LEAD AND WITH FAST-BEATING HEARTS ... STARTED TOWARD THE RIVER
LAME WOLF PRAYS TO HIS RAVEN
THE MANDANS SING THEIR VICTORY SONG
BIG LAKE CALLS A COUNCIL
THE RIVER TAKES ITS TOLL
AWAY WE WENT, LEAVING BEHIND US MORE THAN THREE HUNDRED FINE HORSES
THE END