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In the Rockies with Kit Carson - John T. McIntyre
John T. McIntyre
In the Rockies with Kit Carson
Published by Good Press, 2022
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EAN 4066338112217
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I THE TRAPPER OF TAOS AND SANTA FÉ
CHAPTER II AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE
CHAPTER III THE TRAPPERS TAKE THE TRAIL
CHAPTER IV INDIAN SIGNS—AND INDIANS!
CHAPTER V WHITE VERSUS RED ON THE COLORADO
CHAPTER VI TWO NIGHTS OF DANGER
CHAPTER VII HOW THE TRAPPERS RETALIATED
CHAPTER VIII KIT REACHES SANTA FÉ ONCE MORE
CHAPTER IX IN THE COUNTRY OF THE HOSTILES
CHAPTER X A DESPERATE EXPERIENCE WITH GRIZZLIES
CHAPTER XI THE BULLY OF THE TRADING CAMP
CHAPTER XII LOPEZ RIDES INTO CAMP
CHAPTER XIII THE VILLAGE OF THE BLACKFEET
CHAPTER XIV THE LAST BATTLE
CHAPTER XV SKETCH OF CARSON’S LIFE
CHAPTER I
THE TRAPPER OF TAOS AND SANTA FÉ
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Late
one afternoon when the sunlight was slanting through the trees and wavering upon the adobe walls of the Pueblo of Los Angeles, when the only sounds were the whispering winds in the higher boughs, and the thrumming of a stringed instrument from the soldiers’ quarters, a tall Spanish mule came clattering into the village with two boys astride its back. They were bronzed, sinewy looking youngsters; each held a long barreled rifle.
A barefooted sentry, his piece over his shoulder, looked up at the sudden sound; and as the mule was abruptly checked beside him, and the two lads slipped from its back, he whipped his weapon about and with a brown thumb upon the trigger, cried:
Halt!
The elder of the two lads wiped his forehead with his sleeve; then to the other he said:
Hold tight to that old chap, Joe; we may have further use for him, you know.
I hope not,
declared Joe, ruefully. He’s got a back like a buck-saw, and a gait like a dromedary. And between the two he’s the worst thing I ever rode.
The elder boy saluted the sentinel.
We are strangers,
he said, in good Spanish. We belong to the trading schooner ‘Gadfly’ now off the coast; and we are in pursuit of a man named Lopez who ran away.
The sentry grinned.
A deserter?
He is. But we don’t object to that so much as we do the fact that he’s a thief as well. He robbed us, swam ashore, and the last seen of him he was heading toward this village.
The sentry placed the butt of his musket upon a stone and leaned socially upon the barrel.
There are some strangers in the Pueblo now,
he said. But they are Americans. And they are not sailors, but trappers. They came from Taos in New Mexico,
wonderingly; they crossed the desert where they might have died of thirst. And all to trap beaver.
Lopez is a half-breed,
said the youth. And he has a scar, made by the slash of a knife, across his left cheek.
The sentry shook his head.
I saw no such man,
said he. It may be that he went with the Hudson Bay men who I hear were at work on the streams not far from here about a week ago.
The man we are after left the schooner only this morning,
said the boy.
The señor captain may have seen him,
spoke the soldier, helpfully. It is his duty to ask all strangers for their passports.
Where is the señor captain to be found?
asked the boy.
The soldier shook his head, shouldered his piece and prepared to resume his tramp up and down.
At this hour,
said he, the captain is always asleep. It is his habit. Later, you can see him.
Joe Frazier, from his post at the tall mule’s head, laughed.
The habit is a bad one,
said he in reply to an inquiring look from his friend. And I think the quicker the señor captain is broken of it the better. So I think, Dave, it’s your plain duty to do it.
Dave Johnson turned soberly to the sentry. In careful Spanish he said:
I am grieved to hear that your officer is asleep. Also I am sorry that under the circumstances we shall be forced to awaken him. Give him our compliments and say that two Americanos are here in a matter of much haste.
The sentry stared.
Wake the señor captain! Never! He would beat me!
Dave considered, still gravely.
That would be awkward,
he decided. And I wouldn’t care to see it done. So to save you trouble, I will awaken him myself.
And before the astonished soldier could prevent him, he strode to the door of the adobe dwelling and began thundering upon the door. A sleepy muttering was the answer.
Take care!
cried the dismayed sentry, apparently at a loss as to how to deal with the situation. He has an evil temper, señor!
As the knocking went on, the muttering within swelled into a roar; then the door was flung open and a squat, heavy-faced man with small, angry eyes, and a brass-hilted sword in his hand, appeared. He glared at Dave, the little eyes seeming to snap.
And so,
said he, you will come knocking, will you, my brave fellow! Nothing will do but I must be disturbed, eh? Not a wink must I get after all the labors of the day. Very well, señor; we shall see.
He spoke quietly, but there was a menace in his tone which did not escape Joe Frazier.
Careful there, Dave,
he called in English. I think he’s up to something.
The little eyes of the Mexican officer now went to the sentry.
And my commands are worth nothing, are they, my man? I waste my breath telling you that I must not be disturbed, and you allow the first rascally Americano who comes along to come thundering at my door. Very well! It will be your turn later!
Again his glance shifted to Dave. The young American saluted in stiff military fashion.
Pardon me, señor,
he said. It is my misfortune that I had to break in upon your slumbers. The fact is——
But the man stopped him sharply.
Enough!
said he. Who are you?
We belong to the schooner ‘Gadfly.’
What are you doing here?
Dave related in a few words the same story he had told the sentry. The officer listened, all the time prodding the sun-baked earth before the door with the point of his sword; there was a scowl upon his heavy face, and the small angry eyes looked red and threatening.
A pretty story,
said he. Your passports!
They are on board the schooner. In our hurry to pursue Lopez we forgot them.
The captain showed his teeth in what was meant for a smile. Unquestionably this fact pleased him.
Give the sentry your arms,
he said. You are under arrest.
Dave fell back a step or two.
He means business,
he called over his shoulder to his friend in English. And once he gets our guns there’s no knowing what will happen.
Well, we don’t give them up until we’re sure,
answered Joe promptly, throwing his weapon forward as he spoke, and covertly preparing for any action that might be forced upon them. Talk to him, old boy; maybe you can bring him around.
The Mexican had followed Dave with cat-like tread; his sword was now held at arm’s length, the point not more than a foot from the lad’s chest.
Halt!
commanded he. And as Dave turned his face toward him once more, the man went on: I have met with impudent Americanos before this. And I know the way to deal with them. Lay down your rifles!
Instead of doing so, Dave’s grip tightened about the stock of his weapon; the officer saw this and without another word his arm drew back for a swinging cut. Dave threw up the barrel of his rifle to guard his head; the barefooted sentry saw the motion and read in it peril for his officer, for his musket lifted instantly, pointing at Dave. But Joe, in his turn, saw this, leaped forward and grasped the sentry’s arm; the muzzle of his piece was thrown up just as it exploded; and the captain went staggering back, fear in his face.
Guard! Guard!
he shouted. Help! Would you see me murdered! Guard!
From the soldiers’ quarters straggled the guard, as unkempt a lot as one would wish to see; each grasped a musket, and each was much excited by the shot and the sudden alarm. A horde of Indians, men, women and children, also made their appearance and pressed toward the scene of action. There was an excited hubbub of voices; the musket barrels shone in the sun; and the tattered soldiery eagerly fingered the locks as though anxious to take up their duties at once. At a word from the excited captain they formed a slovenly line.
Disarm those Americanos!
directed the officer. And put them under a close guard. We shall see if our lives are to be threatened by intruders in this way.
The grim mouths of the Mexican guns were turned upon the two lads who now stood with their backs to an adobe wall; for a moment or two things looked very bad for them; but then a new element showed itself which put a new face upon things.
Through the press of Indians, who made no offer to take a part in the proceedings, a half dozen buckskin-clad men shouldered their way. From