Bear, although they did not go in herds, were rather uncomfortably numerous, and
sometimes put the trapper to considerable trouble, and fright also; for very few were
brave enough to willingly encounter the formidable grizzly, one blow of whose terrible
paw, aimed generally at the hunter's head, if not arrested, lays him senseless and torn,
an easy victim to the wrathful monster. A gunshot wound, if not directed with certainty
to some vulnerable point, has only the effect to infuriate the beast, and make him trebly
dangerous. From the fact that the bear always bites his wound, and commences to run
with his head thus brought in the direction from which the ball comes, he is pretty likely
to make a straight wake towards his enemy, whether voluntarily or not; and woe be to
the hunter who is not prepared for him, with a shot for his eye, or the spot just behind
the ear, where certain death enters.
In the frequent encounters of the mountain-men with these huge beasts, many acts of
wonderful bravery were performed, while some tragedies, and not a few comedies
From something humorous in Joe Meek's organization, or some wonderful "luck" to
which he was born, or both, the greater part of his adventures with bears, as with men,
were of a humorous complexion; enabling him not only to have a story to tell, but one
at which his companions were bound to laugh. One of these which happened during
the fall hunt of 1830, we will let him tell for himself:
" The first fall on the Yellowstone, Hawkins and myself were coming up the river in
search of camp, when we discovered a very large bar on the opposite bank. We shot
across, and thought we had killed him, fur he laid quite still. As we wanted to take
some trophy of our victory to camp, we tied our mules and left our guns, clothes, and
everything except our knives and belts, and swum over to whar the bar war. But
instead of being dead, as we expected, he sprung up as we come near him, and took
after us. Then you ought to have seen two naked men run! It war a race for life, and a
close one, too. But we made the river first. The bank war about fifteen feet high above
the water, and the river ten or twelve feet deep; but we didn't halt. Overboard we went,
the bar after us, and in the stream about as quick as we war. The current war very
strong, and the bar war about half way between Hawkins and me. Hawkins was trying
to swim down stream faster than the current war carrying the bar, and I war a trying to
hold back. You can reckon that I swam! Every moment I felt myself being washed into
the yawning jaws of the mighty beast, whose head war up the stream, and his eyes on
me. But the current war too strong for him, and swept him along as fast as it did me. All
this time, not a long one, we war looking for some place to land where the bar could
not overtake us. Hawkins war the first to make the shore, unknown to the bar, whose
head war still up stream; and he set up such a whooping and yelling that the bar
landed too, but on the opposite side. I made haste to follow Hawkins, who had landed
on the side of the river we started from, either by design or good luck, and then we
traveled back a mile and more to whar our mules war left--a bar on one side of the
river, and too bares on the other! "
Notwithstanding that a necessary discipline was observed and maintained in the fur
traders' camp, there was at the same time a freedom of manner between the
Booshways and the men, both hired and free, which could not obtain in a purely
military organization, nor even in the higher walks of civilized life in cities. In the
mountain community, motley as it was, as in other communities more refined, were
some men who enjoyed almost unlimited freedom of speech and action, and others
who were the butt of everybody's ridicule or censure. The leaders themselves did not
escape the critical judgment of the men; and the estimation in which they were held
could be inferred from the manner in which they designated them. Captain Sublette,
whose energy, courage, and kindness entitled him to the admiration of the
mountaineers, went by the name of Billy: his partner Jackson, was called Davey;
Bridger, old Gabe, and so on. In the same manner the men distinguished
oddities amongst themselves, and to have the adjective old prefixed to a man's name
signified nothing concerning his age, but rather that he was an object of distinction;
though it did not always indicate, except by the tone in which it was pronounced,
whether that distinction were an enviable one or not.
Whenever a trapper could get hold of any sort of story reflecting on the courage of a
leader, he was sure at some time to make him aware of it, and these anecdotes were
sometimes sharp answers in the mouths of careless campkeepers. Bridger was once
waylaid by Blackfeet, who shot at him, hitting his horse in several places. The wounds
caused the animal to rear and pitch, by reason of which violent movements Bridger
dropped his gun, and the Indians snatched it up; after which there was nothing to do
except to run, which Bridger accordingly did. Not long after this, as was customary, the
leader was making a circuit of the camp examining the camp-keeper's guns, to see if
they were in order, and found that of one Maloney, an Irishman, in a very dirty
" What would you do," asked Bridger, "with a gun like that, if the Indians were to charge
on the camp ? "
" Be Jasus, I would throw it to them, and run the way ye did," answered Maloney,
quickly. It was sometime after this incident before Bridger again examined Maloney's
A laughable story in this way went the rounds of the camp in this fall of 1830. Milton
Sublette was out on a hunt with Meek after buffalo, and they were just approaching the
band on foot, at a distance apart of about fifty yards, when a large grizzly bear came
out of a thicket and made after Sublette, who, when he perceived the creature, ran for
the nearest cotton-wood tree. Meek in the meantime, seeing that Sublette was not
likely to escape, had taken sure aim, and fired at the bear, fortunately killing him. On
running up to the spot where it laid, Sublette was discovered sitting at the foot of a
cotton-wood, with his legs and arms clasped tightly around it.
"Do you always climb a tree in that way ? " asked Meek.
"I reckon you took the wrong end of it, that time, Milton!"
"I'll be d--d, Meek, if I didn't think I was twenty feet up that tree when you shot; "
answered the frightened Booshway; and from that time the men never tired of alluding
to Milton's manner of climbing a tree.
These were some of the mirthful incidents which gave occasion for a gayety which had
to be substituted for happiness, in the checkered life of the trapper; and there were like
to be many such, where there were two hundred men, each almost daily in the way of
adventures by flood or field.
On the change in the management of the Company which occurred at the rendezvous
this year, three of the new partners, Fitzpatrick, Sublette, and Bridger, conducted a
large party, numbering over two hundred, from the Wind River to the Yellowstone;
crossing thence to Smith's River, the Falls of the Missouri, three forks of the Missouri,
and to the Big Blackfoot River. The hunt proved very successful; beaver were plentiful;
and the Blackfeet shy of so large a traveling party. Although so long in their country,
there were only four men killed out of the whole company during this autumn.
From the Blackfoot River the company proceeded down the west side of the mountains
to the forks of the Snake River, and after trapping for a short time tn this locality,
continued their march southward as far as Ogden's Hole, a small valley among the
Bear River Mountains.
At this place they fell in with a trading and trapping party, under Mr. Peter Skeen
Ogden, of the Hudson's Bay Company. And now commenced that irritating and reprehensible
style of rivalry with which the different companies were accustomed to
annoy one another. Accompanying Mr. Ogden's trading party were a party of Rockway
Indians, who were from the North, and who were employed by the Hudson's Bay
Company, as the Iroquois and Crows were, to trap for them. Fitzpatrick and associates
camped in the neighborhood of Ogden's company, and immediately set about
endeavoring to purchase from the Rockways and others, the furs collected for Mr.
Ogden. Not succeeding by fair means, if the means to such an end could be called
fair,--they opened a keg of whiskey, which, when the Indians had got a taste, soon
drew them away from the Hudson's Bay trader, the regulations of whose company
forbade the selling or giving of liquors to the Indians. Under its influence, the furs were
disposed of to the Rocky Mountain Company, who in this manner obtained nearly the
whole product of their year's hunt. This course of conduct was naturally exceedingly
disagreeable to Mr. Ogden, as well as unprofitable also; and a feeling of hostility grew
up and increased between the two camps.
While matters were in this position, a stampede one day occurred among the horses in
Ogden's camp, and two or three of the animals ran away, and ran into the camp of the
rival company. Among them was the horse of Mr. Ogden's Indian wife, which had
escaped, with her babe hanging to the saddle.
Not many minutes elapsed, before the mother, following her child and horse, entered
the camp, passing right through it, and catching the now halting steed by the bridle. At
the same moment she espied one of her company's pack-horses, loaded with beaver,
which had also run into the enemy's camp. The men had already begun to exult over
the circumstance, considering this chance load of beaver as theirs, by the laws of war.
But not so the Indian woman. Mounting her own horse, she fearlessly seized the pack-horse by
the halter, and led it out of camp with its costly burden.
At this undaunted action, some of the baser sort of men cried out " shoot her, shoot
her! " but a majority interfered with opposing cries of "let her go; let her alone; she's a
brave woman: I glory in her pluck;" and other like admiring expressions. While the
clamor continued, the wife of Ogden had galloped away, with her baby and her pack-horse.
As the season advanced, Fitzpatrick, with his other partners, returned to the east side
of the mountains, and went into winter quarters on Powder river. In this trapper's "land
of Canaan" they remained between two and three months. The other two partners,
Frapp and Jervais, who were trapping far to the south, did not return until the following
While wintering it became necessary to send a dispatch to St. Louis on the company's
business. Meek and a Frenchman named Legarde, were chosen for this service which
was one of trust and peril also. They proceeded without accident, however, until the
Pawnee villages were reached, when Legarde was taken prisoner. Meek, more
cautious, escaped, and proceeded alone a few days' travel beyond, when he fell in with
an express on its way to St. Louis, to whom he delivered his dispatches, and returned
to camp, accompanied only by a Frenchman named Cabeneau; thus proving, himself
an efficient mountaineer at twenty years of age.
1831. As soon as the spring opened, sometime in March, the whole company started
north again, for the Blackfoot country. But on the night of the third day out, they fell
unawares into the neighborhood of a party of Crow Indians, whose spies discovered
the company's horses feeding on the dry grass of a little bottom, and succeeded in
driving off about three hundred head. Here was a dilemma to be in, in the heart of an
enemy's country! To send the remaining horses after these, might be "sending the axe
after the helve;" besides most of them belonged to the free trappers, and could not be
pressed into the service.
The only course remaining was to select the best men and dispatch them on foot, to
overtake and retake the stolen horses. Accordingly one hundred trappers were ordered
on this expedition, among whom were Meek, Newell, and Antoine Godin, a half-breed
and brave fellow, who was to lead the party. Following the trail of the Crows for two
hundred miles, traveling day and night, on the third day they came up with them on a
branch of the Bighorn river. The trappers advanced cautiously, and being on the
opposite side of the stream, on a wooded bluff, were enabled to approach close
enough to look into their fort, and count the unsuspecting thieves. There were sixty of
them, fine young braves, who believed that now they had made a start in life. Alas, for
the vanity of human, and especially of Crow expectations! Even then, while they were
grouped around their fires, congratulating themselves on the sudden wealth which had
descended upon them, as it were from the skies, an envious fate, in the shape of
several roguish white trappers, was laughing at them and their hopes, from the
overhanging bluff opposite them. And by and by, when they were wrapped in a
satisfied slumber, two of these laughing rogues, Robert Newell, and Antoine Godin,
stole under the very walls of their fort, and setting the horses free, drove them across
The Indians were awakened by the noise of the trampling horses, and sprang to arms.
But Meek and his fellow trappers on the bluff fired into the fort with such effect that the
Crows were appalled. Having delivered their first volley, they did not wait for the
savages to recover from their recoil. Mounting in hot haste, the cavalcade of bare-back
riders, and their drove of horses, were soon far away from the Crow fort, leaving the
ambitious braves to finish their excursion on foot. It was afterwards ascertained that
the Crows lost seven men by that one volley of the trappers.
Flushed with success, the trappers yet found the backward journey more toilsome than
the outward; for what with sleeplessness and fatigue, and bad traveling in melted
snow, they were pretty well exhausted when they reached camp. Fearing, however,
another raid from the thieving Crows, the camp got in motion again with as little delay
as possible. They had not gone far, when Fitzpatrick turned back, with only one man,
to go to St. Louis for supplies.
After the departure of Fitzpatrick, Bridger and Sublette completed their spring and
summer campaign without any material loss in men or animals, and with considerable
gain in beaver skins. Having once more visited the Yellowstone, they turned to the
south again, crossing the mountains into Pierre's Hole, on to Snake river; thence to
Salt river; thence to Bear river; and thence to Green river to rendezvous.
It was expected that Fitzpatrick would have arrived from St. Louis with the usual annual
recruits and supplies of merchandise, in time for the summer rendezvous; but after
waiting for some time in vain, Bridger and Sublette determined to send out a small
party to look for him. The large number of men now employed, had exhausted the
stock of goods on hand. The camp was without blankets and without ammunition;
knives were not to be had; traps were scarce; but worse than all, the tobacco had
given out, and alcohol was not! In such a case as this, what could a mountain-man do?
It was expected that Fitzpatrick would have arrived from St. Louis with the usual annual recruits and supplies of merchandise, in time for the summer rendezvous; but after waiting for some time in vain, Bridger and Sublette determined to send out a small party to look for him. The large number of men now employed, had exhausted the stock of goods on hand. The camp was without blankets and without ammunition; knives were not to be had; traps were scarce; but worse than all, the tobacco had given out, and alcohol was not! In such a case as this, what could a mountain-man do?
To seek the missing Booshway became not only a duty, but a necessity; and not only a
necessity of the physical man, but in an equal degree a need of the moral and spiritual
man, which was rusting with the tedium of waiting. In the state of uncertainty in which
the minds of the company were involved, it occurred to that of Frapp to consult a great
"medicine-man " of the Crows, one of those recruits filched from Mr. Ogden's party by
whiskey the previous year.
Like all eminent professional men, the Crow chief required a generous fee, of the value
of a horse or two, before he would begin to make "medicine." This peculiar ceremony
is pretty much alike among all the different tribes. It is observed first in the making of a
medicine man, i. e., qualifying him for his profession; and afterwards is practiced to
enable him to heal the sick, to prophecy, and to dream dreams, or even to give victory
to his people. To a medicine-man was imputed great power, not only to cure, but to kill;
and if, as it sometimes happened, the relatives of a sick man suspected the medicine-man of
having caused his death, by the exercise of evil powers, one of them, or all of
them, pursued him to the death. Therefore, although it might be honorable, it was not
always safe to be a great " medicine."
The Indians placed a sort of religious value upon the practice of fasting; a somewhat
curious fact, when it is remembered how many compulsory fasts they are obliged to
endure, which must train them to think lightly of the deprivation of food. Those,
however, who could endure voluntary abstinence long enough, were enabled to become very wise
and very brave. The manner of making a "medicine" among some of
the interior tribes, is in certain respects similar to the practice gone through with by
some preachers, in making a convert. A sort of camp meeting is held, for several
nights, generally about five, during which various dances are performed, with cries,
and incantations, bodily exercises, singing, and nervous excitement; enough to make
many patients, instead of one doctor. But the native's constitution is a strong one, and
he holds out well. At last, however, one or more are overcome with the mysterious
power which enters into them at that time; making, instead of a saint, only a
superstitious Indian doctor.
The same sort of exercises which had made the Cree man a doctor were now resorted
to, in order that he might obtain a more than natural sight, enabling him to see visions
of the air, or at the least to endow him with prophetic dreams. After several nights of
singing, dancing, hopping, screeching, beating of drums, and other more violent
exercises and contortions, the exhausted medicine man fell off to sleep, and when he
awoke he announced to Frapp that Fitzpatrick was not dead. He was on the road;
some road; but not the right one; etc., etc.
Thus encouraged, Frapp determined to take a party, and go in search of him.
Accordingly Meek, Reese, Ebarts, and Nelson, volunteered to accompany him. This
party set out, first in the direction of Wind River; but not discovering any signs of the
lost Booshway in that quarter, crossed over to the Sweetwater, and kept along down to
the North Fork of the Platte, and thence to the Black Hills, where they found a beautiful
country full of game; but not the hoped-for train, with supplies. After waiting for a short
time at the Black Hills, Frapp's party returned to the North Fork of the Platte, and were
rejoiced to meet at last, the long absent partner, with his pack train. Urged by Frapp,
Fitzpatrick hastened forward, and came into camp on Powder River after winter had
Fitzpatrick had a tale to tell the other partners, in explanation of his unexpected delay.
When he had started for St. Louis in the month of March previous, he had hoped to
have met the old partners, Capt. Sublette and Jedediah Smith, and to have obtained
the necessary supplies from them, to furnish the Summer rendezvous with plenty. But
these gentlemen, when he fell in with them, used certain arguments which induced him
to turn back, and accompany them to Santa Fe, where they promised to furnish him
goods, as he desired, and to procure for him an escort at that place. The journey had
proven tedious, and unfortunate. They had several times been attacked by Indians,
and Smith had been killed. While they were camped on a small tributary of the
Simmaron River, Smith had gone a short distance from camp to procure water, and
while at the stream was surprised by an ambush, and murdered on the spot, his
murderers escaping unpunished. Sublette, now left alone in the business, finally
furnished him; and he had at last made his way back to his Rocky Mountain camp.
But Fitzpatrick's content at being once more with his company was poisoned by the
disagreeable proximity of a rival company. If he had annoyed Mr. Ogden of the
Hudson's Bay Company, in the previous autumn, Major Vanderburg and Mr. Dripps, of
the American Company, in their turn annoyed him. This company had been on their
heels, from the Platte River, and now were camped in the same neighborhood, using
the Rocky Mountain Company as pilots to show them the country. As this was just
what it was not for their interest to do, the Rocky Mountain Company raised camp, and
fairly ran away from them; crossing the mountains to the Forks of the Snake River,
where they wintered among the Nez Perces and Flathead Indians.
Some time during this winter, Meek and Legarde, who had escaped from the Pawnees,
made another expedition together; traveling three hundred miles on snowshoes, to the
Bitter Root River, to look for a party of free trappers, whose beaver the company
wished to secure. They were absent two months and a half, on this errand, and were
entirely successful, passing a Blackfoot village in the night, but having no adventures