Recollections of Mountain Life.
Position of The Spring.—The Cache.—Kit
Carson’s Character and
Appearance.—Cool Bravery of a Mountain Trapper.—Untamed Character
of Many Hunters.—The Surveyor’s Camp in an Indian
Territory.—Terrors from Indians.—Joe Walker.—A Mountain
Man.—Soda Lake.—Optical Illusion.—Camp on Beaver Lake.—The
Piyute Chief.—Conversation with Him.—An Alarm.—A Battle.
Frontier Desperadoes and Savage Ferocity.
Original Friendliness of the Indians.—The
River Pirates, Culbert
and Magilbray.—Capture of Beausoliel.—His Rescue by the Negro
Cacasotte.—The Cave in the Rock.—The Robber Mason.—His
Assassination.—Fate of the Assassins.—Hostility of the
Apaches.—Expedition of Lieutenant Davidson.—Carson’s Testimony in
his Favor.—Flight of the Apaches.
The Last Days of Kit Carson.
The Hunting Party.—Profits of Sheep Raising.—Governmental
Appointment.—Carson’s Talk with the Apaches.—His Home in
Taos.—His Character.—Death of Christopher Carson.
The Last Hours of Kit Carson.
Birth of Christopher Carson.—Perils
of the Wilderness.—Necessary
Cautions.—Romance of the Forest.—The Far West.—The
Encampment.—The Cabin and the Fort.—Kit an Apprentice.—The
Alarm.—Destruction of a Trading Band.—The Battle and the
Flight.—Sufferings of the Fugitives.—Dreadful Fate of Mr.
Schenck.—Features of the Western Wilderness.—The March.
Christopher Carson, whose renown as Kit Carson has reached almost every ear in the country, was born in Madison county, Kentucky, on the 24th of December, 1809. Large portions of Kentucky then consisted of an almost pathless wilderness, with magnificent forests, free from underbrush, alive with game, and with luxuriant meadows along the river banks, inviting the settler’s cabin and the plough.
There were then many Indians traversing those wilds. The fearless emigrants, who ventured to rear their huts in such solitudes, found it necessary ever to be prepared for an attack.
But very little reliance could be placed even in the friendly protestations of the vagabond savages, ever prowling about, and almost as devoid of intelligence or conscience, as the wolves which at midnight were heard howling around the settler’s door. The family of Mr. Carson occupied a log cabin, which was bullet-proof, with portholes through which their rifles could command every approach. Women and children were alike taught the use of the rifle, that in case of an attack by any blood-thirsty gang, the whole family might resolve itself into a military garrison. Not a tree or stump was left, within musket shot of the house, behind which an Indian could secrete himself.