If that be eloquence which moves the heart, this was eloquence.  It changed the hearts of the Indians.  Friendly demonstrations immediately took the place of preparations for a bloody fight.  Carson pitched his camp at a short distance from the Apaches.  His prudence, as well as his courage, was developed.  He selected a site where in case of treachery, he could make a vigorous defence.  Every man had rifle, revolver, and knife.  Every man was instructed, while assuming an air of entire trust in the Indians, to be constantly on the watch.  There was to be no surrender.  In case of attack, every man was to sell his life as dearly as possible.  The calm, self-possessed, invincible spirit of this wonderful man was infused into all his followers.  Fifteen such men with rifles, revolvers, and knives, would make terrible havoc among a crowd of Indian warriors, before they could all be cold in death.

As soon as the camp was arranged, the Indians were allowed to come in.  They smoked and feasted, and traded together, in the most friendly manner.  Carson remounted all his men on fresh and vigorous steeds.  The next morning he went on his way rejoicing.

Nearly a month passed away, as this heroic little band, with tireless diligence, pressed along their pathless route towards the rising sun.  With the utmost caution, Mr. Carson avoided the Indian trails, making a path for himself.  He would often make a wide circuit, that he might not cross hunting grounds where his experience taught him that Indian hunting bands would probably be encountered.

It was a bright and beautiful morning, the sixth of October, that they entered upon the western edge of a smooth, treeless prairie extending to the east as far as the eye could reach.  Soon after the morning sun began to flood that ocean of waving flowers with its rays, the keen eye of Carson discerned in the extreme east, a small speck, like the sail of a ship at sea.  He watched it, it moved.  Slowly it increased in size.  It soon developed itself into the front of a numerous band of warriors.  His anxiety was great.  It was not wise to attempt flight over the boundless prairie.

As the column drew nearer, he discovered to his great joy that it was a detachment of United States troops.  The expedition had been sent out by the government, to operate under General Kearney, in California.  As the two parties met, General Kearney sent for Mr. Carson, and after a little conversation with him, decided to entrust his dispatches to Mr. Fitzpatrick, to convey them to Washington, while he should attach Mr. Carson to his staff as a guide, of which he stood greatly in need.  Upon informing Mr. Carson of this his decision, the modest reply of the pioneer was, “As the General thinks best.”

Mr. Carson now was invested with the responsible office of guiding the footsteps of this army over these almost boundless plains.  This duty he so performed as to receive the highest commendation of General Kearney.  And his dignified character was such as to win the confidence and respect of every man in the army.  The worst of men can often appreciate high moral excellence.