The lost animals were soon replaced by purchase from the Nez Perces, and the
company divided up into brigades, some destined for the country east of the mountains,
and others for the south and west. In this year Meek rose a grade above the hired
trapper, and became one of the order denominated skin trappers. These, like the hired
trappers, depend upon the company to furnish them an outfit; but do not receive regular
wages, as do the others. They trap for themselves, only agreeing to sell their beaver to
the company which furnishes the outfit, and to no other. In this capacity, our Joe, and a
few associates, hunted this spring, in the Snake River and Salt Lake countries;
returning as usual to the annual rendezvous, which was appointed this summer to meet
on Green River. Here were the Rocky Mountain and American Companies; the St.
Louis Company, under Capt. Wm. Sublette and his friend Campbell; the usual camp of
Indian allies; and, a few miles distant, that of Captain Bonneville. In addition to all
these, was a small company belonging to Capt. Stuart, an Englishman of noble family,
who was traveling in the far west only to gratify his own love of wild adventure, and
admiration of all that is grand and magnificent in nature. With him was an artist named
Miller, and several servants; but he usually traveled in company with one or another of
the fur companies; thus enjoying their protection, and at the same time gaining a
knowledge of the habits of mountain life.
The rendezvous, at this time, furnished him a striking example of some of the ways of
mountain-men, least to their honorable fame; and we fear we must confess that our
friend Joe Meek, who had been gathering laurels as a valiant hunter and trapper during
the three or four years of his apprenticeship, was also becoming fitted, by frequent
practice, to graduate in some of the vices of camp life, especially the one of conviviality
during rendezvous. Had he not given his permission, we should not perhaps have said
what he says of himself, that he was at such times often very "powerful drunk."
During the indulgence of these excesses, while at this rendezvous, there occurred one
of those incidents of wilderness life which make the blood creep with horror. Twelve of
the men were bitten by a mad wolf, which hung about the camp for two or three nights.
Two of these were seized with madness in camp, sometime afterwards, and ran off into
the mountains, where they perished. One was attacked by the paroxysm while on a
hunt; when, throwing himself off his horse, he struggled and foamed at the mouth,
gnashing his teeth, and barking like a wolf. Yet he retained consciousness enough to
warn away his companions, who hastened in search of assistance; but when they
returned he was nowhere to be found. It was thought that he was seen a day or two
afterwards, but no one could come up with him, and of course, he too, perished.
Another died on his journey to St. Louis; and several died at different times within the
next two years.
At the time, however, immediately following the visit of the wolf to camp, Captain Stuart
was admonishing Meek on the folly of his ways, telling him that the wolf might easily
have bitten him, he was so drunk.
"It would have killed him,--sure, if it hadn't cured him! " said Meek,--alluding to the
belief that alcohol is a remedy for the poison of hydrophobia.
When sobriety returned, and work was once more to be resumed, Meek returned with
three or four associates to the Salt Lake country, to trap on the numerous streams that
flow down from the mountains to the east of Salt Lake. He had not been long in this
region when he fell in on Bear River with a company of Bonneville's men, one hundred
and eighteen in number, under Jo Walker, who had been sent to explore the Great Salt
Lake, and the adjacent country; to make charts, keep a journal, and, in short, make a
thorough discovery of all that region. Great expectations were cherished by the Captain
concerning this favorite expedition, which were, however, utterly blighted, as his
historian has recorded. The disappointment and loss which Bonneville suffered from it,
gave a tinge of prejudice to his delineations of the trapper's character. It was true that
they did not explore Salt Lake; and that they made a long and expensive journey,
collecting but few peltries. It is true also, that they caroused in true mountain style,
while among the Californians: but that the expedition was unprofitable was due chiefly
to the difficulties attending the exploration of a new country, a large portion of which
was desert and mountain.
But let us not anticipate. When Meek and his companions fell in with Jo Walker and his
company, they resolved to accompany the expedition; for it was "a feather in a man's
cap," and made his services doubly valuable to have become acquainted with a new
country, and fitted himself for a pilot.
On leaving Bear River, where the hunters took the precaution to lay in a store of dried
meat, the company passed down on the west side of Salt Lake, and found themselves
in the Salt Lake desert, where their store, insufficiently large, soon became reduced to
almost nothing. Here was experienced again the sufferings to which Meek had once
before been subjected in the Digger country, which, in fact, bounded this desert on the
northwest. "There was," says Bonneville, "neither tree, nor herbage, nor spring, nor
pool, nor running stream; nothing but parched wastes of sand, where horse and rider
were in danger of perishing." Many an emigrant has since confirmed the truth of this
It could not be expected that men would continue on in such a country, in that direction
which offered no change for the better. Discerning at last a snowy range to the
northwest, they traveled in that direction; pinched with famine, and with tongues
swollen out of their mouths with thirst. They came at last to a small stream, into which
both men and animals plunged to quench their raging thirst.
The instinct of a mule on these desert journeys is something wonderful. We have heard
it related by others besides the mountain-men, that they will detect the neighborhood of
water long before their riders have discovered a sign; and setting up a gallop, when
before they could hardly walk, will dash into the water up to their necks, drinking in the
life-saving moisture through every pore of the skin, while they prudently refrain from
swallowing much of it. If one of a company has been off on a hunt for water, and on
finding it has let his mule drink, when he returns to camp, the other animals will gather
about it, and snuff its breath, and even its body, betraying the liveliest interest and
envy. It is easy to imagine that in the case of Jo Walker's company, not only the
animals but the men were eager to steep themselves in the reviving waters of the first
stream which they found on the border of this weary desert.
It proved to be a tributary of Mary's or Ogden's River, along which the company
pursued their way, trapping as they went, and living upon the flesh of the beaver. They
had now entered upon the same country inhabited by Digger Indians, in which Milton
Sublette's brigade had so nearly perished with famine the previous year. It was
unexplored, and the natives were as curious about the movements of their white
visitors, as Indians always are on the first appearance of civilized men.
They hung about the camps, offering no offences by day, but contriving to do a great
deal of thieving during the night-time. Each day, for several days, their numbers
increased, until the army which dogged the trappers by day, and filched from them at
night, numbered nearly a thousand. They had no guns; but carried clubs, and some
bows and arrows. The trappers at length became uneasy at this accumulation of force,
even though they had no fire-arms, for was it not this very style of people, armed with
clubs, that attacked Smith's party on the Umpqua, and killed all but four ?
"We must kill a lot of them, boys," said Jo Walker. " It will never do to let that crowd get
into camp." Accordingly, as the Indians crowded round at a ford of Mary's River, always
a favorite time of attack with the savages, Walker gave the order to fire, and the whole
company poured a volley into the jostling crowd. The effect was terrible. Seventy-five
Diggers bit the dust; while the others, seized with terror and horror at this new and
instantaneous mode of death, fled howling away, the trappers pursuing them until
satisfied that they were too much frightened to return. This seemed to Captain
Bonneville, when he came to hear of it, like an unnecessary and ferocious act. But
Bonneville was not an experienced Indian fighter. His views of their character were
much governed by his knowledge of the Flatheads and Nez Perces; and also by the
immunity from harm he enjoyed among the Shoshonies on the Snake River, where the
Hudson's Bay Company had brought them into subjection, and where even two men
might travel in safety at the time of his residence in that country.
Walker's company continued on down to the main or Humboldt River, trapping as they went, both for the furs, and for something to eat; and expecting to find that the
river whose course they were following through these barren plains, would lead them to
some more important river, or to some large lake or inland sea. This was a country
entirely unknown, even to the adventurous traders and trappers of the fur companies,
who avoided it because it was out of the buffalo range; and because the borders of it,
along which they sometimes skirted, were found to be wanting in water-courses in
which beaver might be looked for. Walker's company therefore, now determined to
prosecute their explorations until they came to some new and profitable beaver
But after a long march through an inhospitable country they came at last to where the
Humboldt sinks itself in a great swampy lake, in the midst of deserts of sage-brush.
Here was the end of their great expectations. To the west of them, however, and not far
off, rose the lofty summits of the Sierra Nevada range, some of whose peaks were
covered with eternal snows. Since they had already made an unprofitable business of
their expedition, and failed in its principal aim, that of exploring Salt Lake, they resolved
upon crossing the mountains into California, and seeking new fields of adventure on
the western side of the Nevada mountains.
Accordingly, although it was already late in the autumn, the party pushed on toward the
west, until they came to Pyramid Lake, another of those swampy lakes which are
frequently met with near the eastern base of these Sierras. Into this flowed a stream
similar to the Humboldt, which came from the south, and, they believed, had its rise in
the mountains. As it was important to find a good pass, they took their course along this
stream, which they named Trucker's River, and continued along it to its head-waters in
And now began the arduous labor of crossing an unknown range of lofty mountains.
Mountaineers as they were, they found it a difficult undertaking, and one attended with
considerable peril. For a period of more than three weeks they were struggling with
these dangers; hunting paths for their mules and horses, traveling around canyons
thousands of feet deep; sometimes sinking in new fallen snow; always hungry, and
often in peril from starvation. Sometimes they scrambled up almost smooth declivities
of granite, that offered no foothold save the occasional seams in the rock; at others
they traveled through pine forests made nearly impassable by snow; and at other times
on a ridge which wind and sun made bare for them. All around rose rocky peaks and
pinnacles fretted by ages of denudation to very spears and needles of a burnt looking,
red colored rock. Below, were spread out immense fields, or rather oceans, of granite
that seemed once to have been a molten sea, whose waves were suddenly congealed.
From the fissures between these billows grew stunted pines, which had found a scanty
soil far down in the crevices of the rock for their hardy roots. Following the course of
any stream flowing in the right direction for their purpose, they came not infrequently to
some small fertile valley, set in amidst the rocks like a cup, and often containing in its
depth a bright little lake. These are the oases in the mountain deserts. But the lateness
of the season made it necessary to avoid the high valleys on account of the snow,
which in winter accumulates to a depth of twenty feet.
Great was the exultation of the mountaineers when they emerged from the toils and
dangers, safe into the bright and sunny plains of California; having explored almost the
identical route since fixed upon for the Union Pacific Railroad.
They proceeded down the Sacramento valley, toward the coast, after recruiting their horses on the ripe wild oats, and the freshly springing grass which the December rains had started into life, and themselves on the plentiful game of the foot-hills. Something of the stimulus of the Californian climate seemed to be imparted to the ever buoyant blood of these hardy and danger-despising men. They were mad with delight on
finding themselves, after crossing the stern Sierras, in a land of sunshine and plenty; of
verdant hills and tawny plains; of streams winding between rows of alder and willow,
and valleys dotted with picturesque groves of the evergreen oak. Instead of the wild
blasts which they were used to encounter in December, they experienced here only
those dainty and wooing airs which poets have ascribed to spring, but which seldom
come even with the last May days in an eastern climate.
In the San Jose valley they encountered a party of one hundred soldiers, which the
Spanish government at Monterey had sent out to take a party of Indians accused of
stealing cattle. The soldiers were native Californians, descendants of the mixed blood
of Spain and Mexico, a wild, jaunty looking set of fellows, who at first were inclined to
take Walker's party for a band of cattle thieves, and to march them off to Monterey. But
the Rocky Mountain trapper was not likely to be taken prisoner by any such brigade as
the dashing cabelleros of Monterey.
After astonishing them with a series of whoops and yells, and trying to astonish them
with feats of horsemanship, they began to discover that when it came to the latter
accomplishment, even mountain-men could learn something from a native Californian.
In this latter frame of mind they consented to be conducted to Monterey as prisoners or
not, just as the Spanish government should hereafter be pleased to decree; and they
had confidence in themselves that they should be able to bend that high and mighty
authority to their own purposes thereafter.
Nor were they mistaken in their calculations. Their fearless, free and easy style, united
to their complete furnishing of arms, their numbers, and their superior ability to stand
up under the demoralizing effect of the favorite aguadiente, soon so far influenced the
soldiery at least, that the trappers were allowed perfect freedom under the very eyes of
the jealous Spanish government, and were treated with all hospitality.
The month which the trappers spent at Monterey was their "red letter day " for a long
time after. The habits of the Californians accorded with their own, with just difference
enough to furnish them with novelties and excitements such as gave a zest to their
intercourse. The Californian, and the mountain-men, were alike centaurs. Horses were
their necessity, and their delight; and the plains swarmed with them, as also with wild
cattle, descendants of those imported by the Jesuit Fathers in the early days of the
Missions. These horses and cattle were placed at the will and pleasure of the trappers.
They feasted on one, and bestrode the other as it suited them. They attended bull-fights, ran races,
threw the lasso, and played monte, with a relish that delighted the
inhabitants of Monterey.
The partial civilization of the Californians accorded with every feeling to which the
mountain-men could be brought to confess. To them the refinements of cities would
have been oppressive. The adobe houses of Monterey were not so restraining in their
elegance as to trouble the sensations of men used to the heavens for a roof in summer,
and a skin lodge for shelter in winter. Some fruits and vegetables, articles not tasted for
years, they obtained at the missions, where the priests received them courteously and
hospitably, as they had done Jedediah Smith and his company, five years before, when
on their long and disastrous journey they found themselves almost destitute of the
necessaries of life, upon their arrival in California. There was something too, in the
dress of the people, both men and women, which agreed with, while differing from, the
dress of the mountaineers and their now absent Indian dulcineas.
The men wore garments of many colors, consisting of blue velveteen breeches and
jacket, the jacket having a scarlet collar and cuffs, and the breeches being open at the
knee to display the stocking of white. Beneath these were displayed high buskins made
of deer skin, fringed down the outside of the ankle, and laced with a cord and tassels.
On the head was worn a broad brimmed sombrero; and over the shoulders the jaunty
Mexican sarape. When they rode, the Californians wore enormous spurs, fastened on
by jingling chains. Their saddles were so shaped that it was difficult to dislodge the
rider, being high before and behind; and the indispensable lasso hung coiled from the
pommel. Their stirrups were of wood, broad on the bottom, with a guard of leather that
protected the fancy buskin of the horseman from injury. Thus accoutred, and mounted
on a wild horse, the Californian was a suitable comrade, in appearance, at least, for the
buckskin clad trapper, with his high beaver-skin cap, his gay scarf, and moccasins, and
profusion of arms.
The dress of the women was a gown of gaudy calico or silk, and a bright colored shawl,
which served for mantilla and bonnet together. They were well formed, with languishing
eyes and soft voices; and doubtless appeared charming in the eyes of our band of
trappers, with whom they associated freely at fandangoes, bull-fights, or bearbaitings.
In such company, what wonder that Bonneville's men lingered for a whole month! What
wonder that the California expedition was a favorite theme by camp-fires, for a long
time subsequent ?
1834. In February the trappers bethought themselves of returning to the mountains.
The route fixed upon was one which should take them through Southern California, and
New Mexico, along the course of all the principal rivers. Crossing the coast mountains,
into the valley of the San Joaquin, they followed its windings until they came to its rise
in the Lulare Lake. Thence turning in a southeasterly course, they came to the
Colorado, at the Mohave villages, where they traded with the natives, whom they found
friendly. Keeping on down the Colorado, to the mouth of the Gila, they turned back from
that river, and ascended the Colorado once more, to Williams' Fork, and up the latter
stream to some distance, when they fell in with a company of sixty men under Frapp
and Jervais, two of the partners in the Rocky Mountain Company. The meeting was
joyful on all sides; but particularly so between Meek and some of his old comrades, with
whom he had fought Indians and grizzly bears, or set beaver traps on some lonely
stream in the Blackfoot country. A lively exchange of questions and answers took
place, while gaiety and good feeling reigned.
Frapp had been out quite as long as the Monterey party. It was seldom that the brigade
which traversed the southern country, on the Colorado, and its large tributaries,
returned to winter quarters; for in the region where they trapped winter was unknown,
and the journey to the northern country a long and hazardous one. But the reunited
trappers had each their own experiences to relate.
The two companies united made a party nearly two hundred strong. Keeping with
Frapp, they crossed over from Williams' Fork to the Colorado Chiquito river, at the
Moquis village, where some of the men disgraced themselves far more than did Jo
Walker's party at the crossing of Mary's River. For the Moquis were a half-civilized
nation, who had houses and gardens, and conducted themselves kindly, or at the worst
peaceably, toward properly behaved strangers. These trappers, instead of approaching
them with offers of purchase, lawlessly entered their gardens, rifling them of whatever
fruit or melons were ripe, and not hesitating to destroy that which was not ripe. To this,
as might be expected, the Moquises objected; and were shot down for so doing. In this
truly infamous affair fifteen or twenty of them were killed.
"I didn't belong to that crowd," says Joe Meek, " I sat on the fence and saw it, though. It
was a shameful thing."
From the Moquis village, the joint companies crossed the country in a northeasterly direction, crossing several branches of the Colorado at their head-waters, which course finally brought them to the head-waters of the Rio Grande. The journey from the mouth of the Gila, though long, extended over a country comparatively safe. Either farther to the south or east, the caravan would have been in danger of a raid from the most dangerous tribes on the continent.