Christopher Carson eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about Christopher Carson.

After incredible sufferings his wound became so inflamed that it was impossible for him to go any farther.  Prostrate upon a mound in the forest his comrades left him.  They could do absolutely nothing for him.  They could not supply him with a morsel of food or with a cup of water.  They had no heart even to bid him adieu.  Silently they tottered along, and Mr. Schenck was left to die.  Through what hours of suffering he lingered none but God can tell.  Not even his bones were ever found to shed any light upon his sad fate.

So deep became the dejection of these wanderers that often for hours not one word was spoken.  They were lost in the wilderness and could only direct their steps toward the rising sun.  After leaving Mr. Schenck there were but nine men remaining.  They soon disagreed in reference to the route to follow.  This led to a separation, and five went in one direction and four in another.  The five, after wandering about in the endurance of sufferings which can scarcely be conceived of, fell in with a party of friendly Creek Indians, by whom they were rescued and treated with the greatest humanity.  Of the other four two only succeeded in escaping from the mazes of the wilderness.

Such were the perils upon which the youthful Kit Carson was now entering from the pure love of adventure.  He was not uninformed respecting these dangers.  The knowledge of them did but add to the zest of the enterprise.

Crossing the plains of the interior of our Continent from the Missouri river to the Rocky mountains, was a very different undertaking half a century ago, from what it has been in more modern times.  The route was then almost entirely unexplored.  There were no charts to guide.  The bold adventurers knew not where they would find springs of water, where forage for their animals, where they would enter upon verdureless deserts, where they could find fording-places of the broad and rapid rivers which they might encounter on their way.

This is not a forest-covered continent.  The vast plains of the interior, whether smooth or undulating or rugged, spread far away for weary leagues, almost treeless.  The forest was found mainly skirting the streams.  Immense herds of buffaloes, often numbering ten or twenty thousand, grazed upon these rich and boundless pastures.  Timid deer and droves of wild horses, almost countless in numbers, here luxuriated in a congenial home.  There was scarcely a white man in the land whose eyes had ever beheld the cliffs of the Rocky mountains.  And each Indian tribe had its hunting-grounds marked out with considerable precision, beyond which even the boldest braves seldom ventured to wander.

About a score of men started upon this trip.  They were thoroughly armed, practiced marksmen, well mounted and each man led a pack mule, heavily laden with goods for the Santa Fe market.  Their leader was commander-in-chief, whom all were bound implicitly to obey.  He led the company, selecting the route, and he decided when and where to encamp.  The procession followed usually in single file, a long line.

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