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Journal of a Trapper: Or, Nine Years in the Rocky Mountains, 1834-1843
Osborne Russell,Lem a York
No preview available - 2015
animals arrived ascended Bear River Big Horn Blackfeet Blackfoot Bridger buffalo bull Columbia River commenced comrades crossed the mountain Crow deep deer distance east easterly direction eight miles feet fell fifteen miles fire Fontanell foot grass Green River grizzly bear ground hills horses hour hunt beaver hunter inches killed lake Lewis Fork lodge meat miles and encamped miles in circumference morning moun mouth nearly Nez Perce night northeast northwest Oregon OSBORNE RUSSELL party passed plain points of rock prairie returned rifle rock Rocky Mountains Salt set our traps sheep shot side six miles skins small branch small stream smooth Snake River snow southeast southwest spring staid started Stinking River stopped stream running thirty timber took trappers traveled trees twelve miles twenty miles twenty-five miles valley village whilst winter wounded yards Yellowstone Yellowstone Lake Yellowstone River
Page 63 - Bonnaks rushed thro. the crowd seized the bridle and attempted to drag it from Mr Bridger by force without heeding the cocked rifles that surrounded him any more than if they had been so many reeds in the hands of Children. He was a brave Indian but his bravery proved fatal to himself, for the moment he seized the bridle two rifle balls whistled thro. his body. the others wheeled to run but 12 of them were shot from their horses before they were out of the reach of Rifles.
Page 31 - They were all neatly clothed in dressed deer and Sheep skins of the best quality and seemed to be perfectly contented and happy. They were rather surprised at our approach and retreated to the heights where they might have a view of us without apprehending any danger, but having persuaded them of our pacific intentions we then succeeded in getting them to encamp with us.
Page 115 - Then came the cakes, followed by about six gallons of strong coffee ready sweetened, with tin cups and pans to drink out of, large chips or pieces of bark supplying the places of plates. On being ready, the butcher knives were drawn and the eating commenced at the word given by the landlady.
Page 53 - Prior's Fork to set our traps and found old Benj. Johnson's boys over there, just walking up and down them 'ar streams with their hands on their hips gathering plums. They gave me a tilt, and turned me a somerset or two, shot my horse, 'Too Shebit', in the neck and sent us heels over head in a pile together, but we raised a-runnin'.
Page 115 - Mohwoom-hah, his brother, would be at the head of affairs before twelve months, as his village already amounted to more than three hundred lodges, and, moreover, he was supported by the bravest men in the nation, among whom were Ink-a-tosh-a-pop, Fibe-bo-un-to-watsee and Who-sha-kik, who were the pillars of the nation and at whose names the Blackfeet quaked with fear.
Page 133 - It loses no flesh while confined to its den in the winter but is equally as fat in the Spring when it leaves the den as when it enters it at the beginning of the winter. There is seldom to be found more than one in a den excepting the female and her young. I have seen them measure seven feet from the tip of the nose to the insertion of the tail.
Page 63 - Savage who still stopped behind called out to the others saying "we came to get horses or blood and let us do it" I was standing near the Speaker and understood what he said I immediately gave the whites warning to be in readiness for an attack nearly all the men in camp were under arms Mr. Bridger was holding one of the stolen horses by the bridle when one of the Bonnaks rushed thro.
Page 53 - I looked around and pop, pop, pop went the guns, covering me with smoke so close that I could see the blanket wads coming out of the muzzle. Well, sir, I wheeled and a ball hit Too Shebit in the neck and just touched the bone and we pitched heels over head, but Too Shebit raised runnin...
Page 53 - ... miles along the creek up to where a little right hand spring branch puts in with lots and slivers of plum trees about the mouth of it and some old beaver dams at the mouth on the main creek. Well, sir, we went up there and set yesterday morning. I set two traps right below the mouth of that little branch and in them old dams, and Dave set his down the creek apiece. So after we had got our traps set we cruised around and eat plums a while. The best plums I ever saw is there. The trees are loaded...
Page 106 - Blackfoot nation, which neither injured them nor alleviated our distress. We followed down the shores of the lake and stopped for the night. My companions threw some logs and rubbish together, forming a kind of shelter from the night breeze, but in the night it took fire (the logs being of pitch pine) and the blaze ran to the tops of the trees.