Death Valley in '49 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 581 pages of information about Death Valley in '49.

Death Valley in '49 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 581 pages of information about Death Valley in '49.
My bed was a comfort I made myself, a little larger than usual.  I lay down on one side of the bed and with my gun close to me, turned the blanket over me.  When out of camp I never left my gun out of my reach.  We had to be real Indians in custom and actions in order to be considered their equals.  We got our food in the same way they did, and so they had nothing to ask us for.  They considered themselves the real kings of the forest.

We now determined to move camp, which proved quite a job as we had to pack everything on our backs; which we did for ten or fifteen miles to the bank of a small stream where there were three pine trees, the only ones to be found in many miles.  We made us a canoe of one of them.  While we were making the canoe three Indians came along, and after they had eaten some of our good venison, they left us.  These were the first we had seen, and we began to be more cautious and keep everything well hid away from camp and make them think we were as poor as they were, so they might not be tempted to molest us.

We soon had the canoe done and loaded, and embarked on the brook down stream.  We found it rather difficult work, but the stream grew larger and we got along very well.  We came to one place where otter signs seemed fresh, and stopped to set a trap for them.  Our dog sat on the bank and watched the operation, and when we started on we could not get him to ride or follow.  Soon we heard him cry and went back to find he had the trap on his fore foot.  To get it off we had to put a forked stick over his neck and hold him down, he was so excited over his mishap.  When he was released he left at full speed and was never seen by us after.

When we got well into the pine woods we camped and cached our traps and provisions on an island, and made our camp further down the stream and some little distance from the shore.  We soon found this was very near a logging camp, and as no one had been living there for a year, we moved camp down there and occupied one of the empty cabins.  We began to set dead-fall traps in long lines in many different directions, blazing the trees so we could find them if the snow came on.  West of this about ten miles, where we had killed some deer earlier, we made a A-shaped cabin and made dead falls many miles around to catch fishes, foxes, mink and raccoons.  We made weekly journeys to the places and generally staid about two nights.

One day when going over my trap lines I came to a trap which I had set where I had killed a deer, and saw by the snow that an eagle had been caught in the trap and had broken the chain and gone away.  I followed on the trail he made and soon found him.  He tried to fly but the trap was too heavy, and he could only go slowly and a little way.  I fired and put a ball in him and he fell and rolled under a large log on the hillside.  As I took the trap off I saw an Indian coming down the hill and brought my gun to bear on him.  He stopped suddenly and

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