The white men were gainers by this sad affair, for they had now in their possession four of the Indians’ horses, and had lost one of their own.  Besides these, they found in the camp of the Indians four shields, two bows and their quivers, and one of their two guns.  The captain took some buffalo meat which he found in the camp, and then the rest of their baggage was burned on the spot.  The flag given to one of the so-called chiefs was retaken; but the medal given to the dead man was left around his neck.  The consequences of this unfortunate quarrel were far-reaching.  The tribe whose member was killed by the white men never forgave the injury, and for years after there was no safety for white men in their vicinity except when the wayfarers were in great numbers or strongly guarded.

A forced march was now necessary for the explorers, and they set out as speedily as possible, well knowing that the Indians would be on their trail.  By three o’clock in the afternoon of that day they had reached Tansy River, now known as the Teton, having travelled sixty-three miles.  They rested for an hour and a half to refresh their horses, and then pushed on for seventeen miles further before camping again.  Having killed a buffalo, they had supper and stopped two hours.  Then, travelling through vast herds of buffalo until two o’clock in the morning, they halted again, almost dead with fatigue; they rested until daylight.  On awaking, they found themselves so stiff and sore with much riding that they could scarcely stand.  But the lives of their friends now at or near the mouth of Maria’s River were at stake, as well as their own.  Indeed, it was not certain but that the Indians had, by hard riding and a circuitous route, already attacked the river party left at the falls.  So Captain Lewis told his men that they must go on, and, if attacked, they must tie their horses together by the head and stand together, selling their lives as dearly as possible, or routing their enemies.  The journal now says:—­

“To this they all assented, and we therefore continued our route to the eastward, till at the distance of twelve miles we came near the Missouri, when we heard a noise which seemed like the report of a gun.  We therefore quickened our pace for eight miles farther, and, being about five miles from Grog Spring, now heard distinctly the noise of several rifles from the river.  We hurried to the bank, and saw with exquisite satisfaction our friends descending the river.  They landed to greet us, and after turning our horses loose, we embarked with our baggage, and went down to the spot where we had made a deposite.  This, after reconnoitring the adjacent country, we opened; but, unfortunately, the cache had caved in, and most of the articles were injured.  We took whatever was still worth preserving, and immediately proceeded to the point, where we found our deposits in good order.  By a singular good fortune, we were here joined by Sergeant Gass and Willard from the Falls,