Opposition of the Missouri Fur Company.-Blackfeet Indians.- Pierre Dorion, a Half-Breed Interpreter.- Old Dorion and His Hybrid Progeny- Family Quarrels.- Cross
Purposes Between Dorion and Lisa. - Renegadoes From Nodowa.- Perplexities of a
Commander.- Messrs. Bradbury and Nuttall Join the Expedition.- Legal
Embarrassments of Pierre Dorion.- Departure From St. Louis.- Conjugal Discipline of a
Half-Breed.- Annual Swelling of the Rivers.-Daniel Boone, the Patriarch of Kentucky.-John Colter.-His Adventures Among the Indians.-Rumors of Danger Ahead.-Fort
Osage.-An Indian War-Feast.-Troubles in the Dorion Family.- Buffaloes and Turkey-Buzzards.
0N this his second visit to St. Louis, Mr. Hunt was again impeded in his plans by the
opposition of the Missouri Fur Company. The affairs of that company were, at this time,
in a very dubious state. During the preceding year, their principal establishment at the
forks of the Missouri had been so much harassed by the Blackfeet Indians, that its
commander, Mr. Henry, one of the partners, had been compelled to abandon the post
and cross the Rocky Mountains, with the intention of fixing himself upon one of the
upper branches of the Columbia. What had become of him and his party was unknown.
The most intense anxiety was felt concerning them, and apprehensions that they might
have been cut off by the savages. At the time of Mr. Hunt's arrival at St. Louis, the
Missouri Company were fitting out an expedition to go in quest of Mr. Henry. It was to
be conducted by Mr. Manuel Lisa, the partner already mentioned.
There being thus two expeditions on foot at the same moment, an unusual demand was
occasioned for hunters and voyageurs, who accordingly profited by the circumstance,
and stipulated for high terms. Mr. Hunt found a keen and subtle competitor in Lisa, and
was obliged to secure his recruits by liberal advances of pay, and by other pecuniary
The greatest difficulty was to procure the Sioux interpreter. There was but one man to
be met with at St. Louis who was fitted for the purpose, but to secure him would require
much management. The individual in question was a half-breed, named Pierre Dorion;
and, as he figures hereafter in this narrative, and is, withal, a striking specimen of the
hybrid race on the frontier, we shall give a few particulars concerning him. Pierre was
the son of Dorion, the French interpreter, who accompanied Messrs. Lewis and Clark in
their famous exploring expedition across the Rocky Mountains. Old Dorion was one of
those French creoles, descendants of the ancient Canadian stock, who abound on the
western frontier, and amalgamate or cohabit with the savages. He had sojourned
among various tribes, and perhaps left progeny among them all; but his regular, or
habitual wife, was a Sioux squaw. By her he had a hopeful brood of half-breed sons, of
whom Pierre was one. The domestic affairs of old Dorion were conducted on the true
Indian plan. Father and sons would occasionally get drunk together, and then the cabin
was a scene of ruffian brawl and fighting, in the course of which the old Frenchman was
apt to get soundly belabored by his mongrel offspring. In a furious scuffle of the kind,
one of the sons got the old man upon the ground, and was upon the point of scalping
him. "Hold! my son," cried the old fellow, in imploring accents, "you are too brave, too
honorable to scalp your father!" This last appeal touched the French side of the half-breed's heart, so he suffered the old man to wear his scalp unharmed.
Of this hopeful stock was Pierre Dorion, the man whom it was now the desire of Mr.
Hunt to engage as an interpreter. He had been employed in that capacity by the
Missouri Fur Company during the preceding year, and conducted their traders in safety
through the different tribes of the Sioux. He had proved himself faithful and serviceable
while sober; but the love of liquor, in which he had been nurtured and brought up,
would occasionally break out, and with it the savage side of his character.
It was his love of liquor which had embroiled him with the Missouri Company. While in
their service at Fort Mandan, on the frontier, he had been seized with a whiskey mania;
and, as the beverage was only to be procured at the company's store, it had been
charged in his account at the rate of ten dollars a quart. This item had ever remained
unsettled, and a matter of furious dispute, the mere mention of which was sufficient to
put him in a passion.
The moment it was discovered by Mr. Lisa that Pierre Dorion was in treaty with the new
and rival association, he endeavored, by threats as well as promises, to prevent his
engaging in their service. His promises might, perhaps, have prevailed; but his threats,
which related to the whiskey debt, only served to drive Pierre into the opposite ranks.
Still he took advantage of this competition for his services to stand out with Mr. Hunt on
the most advantageous terms, and, after a negotiation of nearly two weeks, capitulated
to serve in the expedition, as hunter and interpreter, at the rate of three hundred dollars
a year, two hundred of which were to be paid in advance.
When Mr. Hunt had got everything ready for leaving St. Louis, new difficulties arose.
Five of the American hunters from the encampment at Nodowa, suddenly made their
appearance. They alleged that they had been ill treated by the partners at the
encampment, and had come off clandestinely, in consequence of a dispute. It was
useless at the present moment, and under present circumstances, to attempt any
compulsory measures with these deserters. Two of them Mr. Hunt prevailed upon, by
mild means, to return with him. The rest refused; nay, what was worse, they spread
such reports of the hardships and dangers to be apprehended in the course of the
expedition, that they struck a panic into those hunters who had recently engaged at St.
Louis, and, when the hour of departure arrived, all but one refused to embark. It was in
vain to plead or remonstrate; they shouldered their rifles and turned their backs upon
the expedition, and Mr. Hunt was fain to put off from shore with the single hunter and a
number of voyageurs whom he had engaged. Even Pierre Dorion, at the last moment,
refused to enter the boat until Mr. Hunt consented to take his squaw and two children
on board also. But the tissue of perplexities, on account of this worthy individual, did
not end here.
Among the various persons who were about to proceed up the Missouri with Mr. Hunt,
were two scientific gentlemen; one Mr. John Bradbury, a man of mature age, but great
enterprise and personal activity, who had been sent out by Linnaean Society of
Liverpool to make a collection of American plants; the other, a Mr. Nuttall, likewise an
Englishman, younger in years, who has since made himself known as the author of
Travels in Arkansas, and a work on the Genera of American Plants. Mr. Hunt had
offered them the protection and facilities of his party, in their scientific research up the
Missouri River. As they were not ready to depart at the moment of embarkation, they
put their trunks on board of the boat, but remained at St. Louis until the next day, for
the arrival of the post, intending to join the expedition at St. Charles, a short distance
above the mouth of the Missouri.
The same evening, however, they learned that a writ had been issued against Pierre
Dorion for his whiskey debt, by Mr. Lisa, as agent of the Missouri Company, and that it
was the intention to entrap the mongrel linguist on his arrival at St. Charles.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Bradbury and Mr. Nuttall set off a little after midnight, by land,
got ahead of the boat as it was ascending the Missouri, before its arrival at St. Charles,
and gave Pierre Dorion warning of the legal toil prepared to ensnare him.
The knowing Pierre immediately landed and took to the woods, followed by his squaw
laden with their papooses, and a large bundle containing their most precious effects,
promising to rejoin the party some distance above St. Charles. There seemed little
dependence to be placed upon the promises of a loose adventurer of the kind, who was
at the very time playing an evasive game with his former employers; who had already
received two-thirds of his year's pay, and his rifle on his shoulder, his family and
worldly fortunes at his heels, and the wild woods before him. There was no alternative,
however, and it was hoped his pique against his old employers would render him
faithful to his new ones.
The party reached St. Charles in the afternoon, but the harpies of the law looked in
vain for their expected prey. The boats resumed their course on the following morning,
and had not proceeded far when Pierre Dorion made his appearance on the shore. He
was gladly taken on board, but he came without his squaw. They had quarreled in the
night; Pierre had administered the Indian discipline of the cudgel, whereupon she had
taken to the woods, with their children and all their worldly goods. Pierre evidently was
deeply grieved and disconcerted at the loss of his wife and his knapsack, whereupon
Mr. Hunt despatched one of the Canadian voyageurs in search of the fugitive; and the
whole party, after proceeding a few miles further, encamped on an island to wait his
return. The Canadian rejoined the party, but without the squaw; and Pierre Dorion
passed a solitary and anxious night, bitterly regretting his indiscretion in having
exercised his conjugal authority so near home. Before daybreak, however, a well-known voice reached his ears from the opposite shore. It was his repentant spouse,
who had been wandering the woods all night in quest of the party, and had at length
descried it by its fires. A boat was despatched for her, the interesting family was once
more united, and Mr. Hunt now flattered himself that his perplexities with Pierre Dorion
were at an end.
Bad weather, very heavy rains, and an unusually early rise in the Missouri, rendered
the ascent of the river toilsome, slow, and dangerous. The rise of the Missouri does not
generally take place until the month of May or June: the present swelling of the river
must have been caused by a freshet in some of its more southern branches. It could
not have been the great annual flood, as the higher branches must still have been ice-bound.
And here we cannot but pause, to notice the admirable arrangement of nature, by
which the annual swellings of the various great rivers which empty themselves into the
Mississippi, have been made to precede each other at considerable intervals. Thus, the
flood of the Red River precedes that of the Arkansas by a month. The Arkansas, also,
rising in a much more southern latitude than the Missouri, takes the lead of it in its
annual excess, and its superabundant waters are disgorged and disposed of long
before the breaking up of the icy barriers of the north; otherwise, did all these mighty
streams rise simultaneously, and discharge their vernal floods into the Mississippi, an
inundation would be the consequence, that would submerge and devastate all the
On the afternoon of the third day, January, 17th, the boats touched at Charette, one of
the old villages founded by the original French colonists. Here they met with Daniel
Boone, the renowned patriarch of Kentucky, who had kept in the advance of civilization,
and on the borders of the wilderness, still leading a hunter's life, though now in his
eighty-fifth year. He had but recently returned from a hunting and trapping expedition,
and had brought nearly sixty beaver skins as trophies of his skill. The old man was still
erect in form, strong in limb, and unflinching in spirit, and as he stood on the river bank,
watching the departure of an expedition destined to traverse the wilderness to the very
shores of the Pacific, very probably felt a throb of his old pioneer spirit, impelling him to
shoulder his rifle and join the adventurous band. Boone flourished several years after
this meeting, in a vigorous old age, the Nestor of hunters and backwoodsmen; and
died, full of sylvan honor and renown, in 1818, in his ninety-second year.
The next morning early, as the party were yet encamped at the mouth of a small
stream, they were visited by another of these heroes of the wilderness, one John
Colter, who had accompanied Lewis and Clarke in their memorable expedition. He had
recently made one of those vast internal voyages so characteristic of this fearless class
of men, and of the immense regions over which they hold their lonely wanderings;
having come from the head waters of the Missouri to St. Louis in a small canoe. This
distance of three thousand miles he had accomplished in thirty days. Colter kept with
the party all the morning. He had many particulars to give them concerning the
Blackfeet Indians, a restless and predatory tribe, who had conceived an implacable
hostility to the white men, in consequence of one of their warriors having been killed by
Captain Lewis, while attempting to steal horses. Through the country infested by these
savages the expedition would have to proceed, and Colter was urgent in reiterating the
precautions that ought to be observed respecting them. He had himself experienced
their vindictive cruelty, and his story deserves particular citation, as showing the
hairbreadth adventures to which these solitary rovers of the wilderness are exposed.
Colter, with the hardihood of a regular trapper, had cast himself loose from the party of
Lewis and Clarke in the very heart of the wilderness, and had remained to trap beaver
alone on the head waters of the Missouri. Here he fell in with another lonely trapper,
like himself, named Potts, and they agreed to keep together. They were in the very
region of the terrible Blackfeet, at that time thirsting to revenge the death of their
companion, and knew that they had to expect no mercy at their hands. They were
obliged to keep concealed all day in the woody margins of the rivers, setting their traps
after nightfall and taking them up before daybreak. It was running a fearful risk for the
sake of a few beaver skins; but such is the life of the trapper.
They were on a branch of the Missouri called Jefferson Fork, and had set their traps at
night, about six miles up a small river that emptied into the fork. Early in the morning
they ascended the river in a canoe, to examine the traps. The banks on each side were
high and perpendicular, and cast a shade over the stream. As they were softly paddling
along, they heard the trampling of many feet upon the banks. Colter immediately gave
the alarm of "Indians!" and was for instant retreat. Potts scoffed at him for being
frightened by the trampling of a herd of buffaloes. Colter checked his uneasiness and
paddled forward. They had not gone much further when frightful whoops and yells burst
forth from each side of the river, and several hundred Indians appeared on either bank.
Signs were made to the unfortunate trappers to come on shore. They were obliged to
comply. Before they could get out of their canoe, a savage seized the rifle belonging to
Potts. Colter sprang on shore, wrestled the weapon from the hands of the Indian, and
restored it to his companion, who was still in the canoe, and immediately pushed into
the stream. There was the sharp twang of a bow, and Potts cried out that he was
wounded. Colter urged him to come on shore and submit, as his only chance for life;
but the other knew there was no prospect of mercy, and determined to die game.
Leveling his rifle, he shot one of the savages dead on the spot. The next moment he
fell himself, pierced with innumerable arrows.
The vengeance of the savages now turned upon Colter. He was stripped naked, and,
having some knowledge of the Blackfoot language, overheard a consultation as to the
mode of despatching him, so as to derive the greatest amusement from his death.
Some were for setting him up as a mark, and having a trial of skill at his expense. The
chief, however, was for nobler sport. He seized Colter by the shoulder, and demanded
if he could run fast. The unfortunate trapper was too well acquainted with Indian
customs not to comprehend the drift of the question. He knew he was to run for his life,
to furnish a kind of human hunt to his persecutors. Though in reality he was noted
among his brother hunters for swiftness of foot, he assured the chief that he was a very
bad runner. His stratagem gained him some vantage ground. He was led by the chief
into the prairie, about four hundred yards from the main body of savages, and then
turned loose to save himself if he could. A tremendous yell let him know that the whole
pack of bloodhounds were off in full cry. Colter flew rather than ran; he was astonished
at his own speed; but he had six miles of prairie to traverse before he should reach the
Jefferson Fork of the Missouri; how could he hope to hold out such a distance with the
fearful odds of several hundred to one against him! The plain, too, abounded with the
prickly pear, which wounded his naked feet. Still he fled on, dreading each moment to
hear the twang of a bow, and to feel an arrow quivering at his heart. He did not even
dare to look round, lest he should lose an inch of that distance on which his life
depended. He had run nearly half way across the plain when the sound of pursuit grew
somewhat fainter, and he ventured to turn his head. The main body of his pursuers
were a considerable distance behind; several of the fastest runners were scattered in
the advance; while a swift-footed warrior, armed with a spear, was not more than a
hundred yards behind him.
Inspired with new hope, Colter redoubled his exertions, but strained himself to such a
degree, that the blood gushed from his mouth and nostrils, and streamed down his
breast. He arrived within a mile of the river. The sound of footsteps gathered upon him.
A glance behind showed his pursuer within twenty yards, and preparing to launch his
spear. Stopping short he turned round and spread out his arms. The savage,
confounded by this sudden action, attempted to stop and hurl his spear, but fell in the
very act. His spear stuck in the ground, and the shaft broke in his hand. Colter plucked
up the pointed part, pinned the savage to the earth, and continued his flight. The
Indians, as they arrived at their slaughtered companion, stopped to howl over him.
Colter made the most of this precious delay, gained the skirt of cotton-wood bordering
the river, dashed through it, and plunged into the stream. He swam to a neighboring
island, against the upper end of which the driftwood had lodged in such quantities as to
form a natural raft; under this he dived, and swam below water until he succeeded in
getting a breathing place between the floating trunks of trees, whose branches and
bushes formed a covert several feet above the level of the water. He had scarcely
drawn breath after all his toils, when he heard his pursuers on the river bank, whooping
and yelling like so many fiends. They plunged in the river, and swam to the raft. The
heart of Colter almost died within him as he saw them, through the chinks of his
concealment, passing and repassing, and seeking for him in all directions. They at
length gave up the search, and he began to rejoice in his escape, when the idea
presented itself that they might set the raft on fire. Here was a new source of horrible
apprehension, in which he remained until nightfall. Fortunately the idea did not suggest
itself to the Indians. As soon as it was dark, finding by the silence around that his
pursuers had departed, Colter dived again and came up beyond the raft. He then swam
silently down the river for a considerable distance, when he landed, and kept on all
night, to get as far as possible from this dangerous neighborhood.
By daybreak he had gained sufficient distance to relieve him from the terrors of his
savage foes; but now new sources of inquietude presented themselves. He was naked
and alone, in the midst of an unbounded wilderness; his only chance was to reach a
trading post of the Missouri Company, situated on a branch of the Yellowstone River.
Even should he elude his pursuers, days must elapse before he could reach this post,
during which he must traverse immense prairies destitute of shade, his naked body
exposed to the burning heat of the sun by day, and the dews and chills of the night
season, and his feet lacerated by the thorns of the prickly pear. Though he might see
game in abundance around him, he had no means of killing any for his sustenance, and
must depend for food upon the roots of the earth. In defiance of these difficulties he
pushed resolutely forward, guiding himself in his trackless course by those signs and
indications known only to Indians and backwoodsmen; and after braving dangers and
hardships enough to break down any spirit but that of a western pioneer, arrived safe at
the solitary post in question. * (* Bradbury, Travels in America, p. 17.)
Such is a sample of the rugged experience which Colter had to relate of savage life;
yet, with all these perils and terrors fresh in his recollection, he could not see the
present band on their way to those regions of danger and adventure, without feeling a
vehement impulse to join them. A western trapper is like a sailor; past hazards only
stimulate him to further risks. The vast prairie is to the one what the ocean is to the
other, a boundless field of enterprise and exploit. However he may have suffered in his
last cruise, he is always ready to join a new expedition; and the more adventurous its
nature, the more attractive is it to his vagrant spirit.
Nothing seems to have kept Colter from continuing with the party to the shores of the
Pacific but the circumstances of his having recently married. All the morning he kept
with them, balancing in his mind the charms of his bride against those of the Rocky
Mountains; the former, however, prevailed, and after a march of several miles, he took
a reluctant leave of the travellers, and turned his face homeward.
Continuing their progress up the Missouri, the party encamped on the evening of the
21st of March, in the neighborhood of a little frontier village of French creoles. Here
Pierre Dorion met with some of his old comrades, with whom he had a long gossip, and
returned to the camp with rumors of bloody feuds between the Osages and the loways,
or Ayaways, Potowatomies, Sioux, and Sawkees. Blood had already been shed, and
scalps been taken. A war party, three hundred strong, were prowling in the
neighborhood; others might be met with higher up the river; it behooved the travellers,
therefore, to be upon their guard against robbery or surprise, for an Indian war-party on
the march is prone to acts of outrage.
In consequence of this report, which was subsequently confirmed by further
intelligence, a guard was kept up at night round the encampment, and they all slept on
their arms. As they were sixteen in number, and well supplied with weapons and
ammunition, they trusted to be able to give any marauding party a warm reception.
Nothing occurred, however, to molest them on their voyage, and on the 8th of April they
came in sight of Fort Osage. On their approach the flag was hoisted on the fort, and
they saluted it by a discharge of fire-arms. Within a short distance of the fort was an
Osage village, the inhabitants of which, men, women, and children, thronged down to
the water side to witness their landing. One of the first persons they met on the river
bank was Mr. Crooks, who had come down in a boat, with nine men, from their winter
encampment at Nodowa to meet them.
They remained at Fort Osage a part of three days, during which they were hospitably
entertained at the garrison by Lieutenant Brownson, who held a temporary command.
They were regaled also with a war-feast at the village; the Osage warriors having
returned from a successful foray against the loways, in which they had taken seven
scalps. They were paraded on poles about the village, followed by the warriors decked
out in all their savage ornaments, and hideously painted as if for battle.
By the Osage warriors, Mr. Hunt and his companions were again warned to be on their
guard in ascending the river, as the Sioux tribe meant to lay in wait and attack them.
On the 10th of April they again embarked their party, being now augmented to twenty-six, by the addition of Mr. Crooks and his boat's crew. They had not proceeded far,
however, when there was a great outcry from one of the boats; it was occasioned by a
little domestic discipline in the Dorion family. The squaw of the worthy interpreter, it
appeared, had been so delighted with the scalp-dance, and other festivities of the
Osage village, that she had taken a strong inclination to remain there. This had been
as strongly opposed by her liege lord, who had compelled her to embark. The good
dame had remained sulky ever since, whereupon Pierre, seeing no other mode of
exorcising the evil spirit out of her, and being, perhaps, a little inspired by whiskey, had
resorted to the Indian remedy of the cudgel, and before his neighbors could interfere,
had belabored her so soundly, that there is no record of her having shown any
refractory symptoms throughout the remainder of the expedition.
For a week they continued their voyage, exposed to almost incessant rains. The bodies
of drowned buffaloes floated past them in vast numbers; many had drifted upon the
shore, or against the upper ends of the rafts and islands. These had attracted great
flights of turkey-buzzards; some were banqueting on the carcasses, others were
soaring far aloft in the sky, and others were perched on the trees, with their backs to
the sun, and their wings stretched out to dry, like so many vessels in harbor, spreading
their sails after a shower.
The turkey-buzzard (vultur aura, or golden vulture), when on the wing, is one of the
most specious and imposing of birds. Its flight in the upper regions of the air is really
sublime, extending its immense wings, and wheeling slowly and majestically to and fro,
seemingly without exerting a muscle or fluttering a feather, but moving by mere volition,
and sailing on the bosom of the air, as a ship upon the ocean. Usurping the empyreal
realm of the eagle, he assumes for a time the port and dignity of that majestic bird, and
often is mistaken for him by ignorant crawlers upon the earth. It is only when he
descends from the clouds to pounce upon carrion that he betrays his low propensities,
and reveals his caitiff character. Near at hand he is a disgusting bird, ragged in
plumage, base in aspect, and of loathsome odor.
On the 17th of April Mr. Hunt arrived with his party at the station near the Nodowa
River, where the main body had been quartered during the winter.