and we formed the conclusion that we had come across a party of Indians.  We saw by their manoeuvres that they had discovered us, for they were then collecting all their property together.

We held a short council, which resulted in a determination to retreat toward the mountains.  I, for one, was tired of retreating, and refused to go farther, Baptiste joining me in my resolve.  We took up a strong position in a place of difficult approach; and having our guns and ammunition and an abundance of arrows for defence, considering our numbers, we felt ourselves rather a strong garrison.  The other three left us to our determination to fall together, and took to the prairie; but, changing their minds, they returned, and joined us in our position, deeming our means of defence better in one body than when divided.  We all, therefore, determined to sell our lives as dearly as possible should the enemy attack us, feeling sure that we could kill five times our number before we were overpowered, and that we should, in all probability, beat them off.

        By this time the supposed enemy had advanced toward us, and
        one of them hailed us in English as follows:—­

        “Who are you?”

        “We are trappers.”

        “What company do you belong to?”

        “General Ashley’s.”

        “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!,” they all shouted, and we, in turn,
        exhausted our breath in replying.

        “Is that you, Jim Beckwourth?” said a voice from the party.

        “Yes.  Is that you, Castenga?” I replied.

        He answered in the affirmative, and there arose another
        hurrah.

We inquired where their camp was.  They informed us it was two miles below, at the ford.  Baptiste and myself mounted our horses, descended the bank, plunged into the river, and were soon exchanging salutations with another of the general’s old detachments.  They also had taken us for Indians, and had gathered in their horses while we took up our position for defence.

That night was spent in general rejoicing, in relating our adventures, and recounting our various successes and reverses.  There is as much heartfelt joy experienced in falling in with a party of fellow-trappers in the mountains as is felt at sea when, after a long voyage, a friendly vessel just from port is spoken and boarded.  In both cases a thousand questions are asked; all have wives, sweethearts, or friends to inquire after, and then the general news from the States is taken up and discussed.

The party we had fallen in with consisted of sixteen men.  They had been two years out; had left Fort Yellowstone only a short time previously, and were provided with every necessity for a long excursion.  They had not seen the general, and did not know he was in the mountains.  They had lost