this time the scene of one of those general gatherings of traders, trappers, and Indians, that we have already mentioned.  The three rival companies, which, for a year past had been endeavoring to out-trade, out-trap and out-wit each other, were here encamped in close proximity, awaiting their annual supplies.  About four miles from the rendezvous of Captain Bonneville was that of the American Fur Company, hard by which, was that also of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company.

After the eager rivalry and almost hostility displayed by these companies in their late campaigns, it might be expected that, when thus brought in juxtaposition, they would hold themselves warily and sternly aloof from each other, and, should they happen to come in contact, brawl and bloodshed would ensue.

No such thing!  Never did rival lawyers, after a wrangle at the bar, meet with more social good humor at a circuit dinner.  The hunting season over, all past tricks and maneuvres are forgotten, all feuds and bickerings buried in oblivion.  From the middle of June to the middle of September, all trapping is suspended; for the beavers are then shedding their furs and their skins are of little value.  This, then, is the trapper’s holiday, when he is all for fun and frolic, and ready for a saturnalia among the mountains.

At the present season, too, all parties were in good humor.  The year had been productive.  Competition, by threatening to lessen their profits, had quickened their wits, roused their energies, and made them turn every favorable chance to the best advantage; so that, on assembling at their respective places of rendezvous, each company found itself in possession of a rich stock of peltries.

The leaders of the different companies, therefore, mingled on terms of perfect good fellowship; interchanging visits, and regaling each other in the best style their respective camps afforded.  But the rich treat for the worthy captain was to see the “chivalry” of the various encampments, engaged in contests of skill at running, jumping, wrestling, shooting with the rifle, and running horses.  And then their rough hunters’ feastings and carousels.  They drank together, they sang, they laughed, they whooped; they tried to out-brag and out-lie each other in stories of their adventures and achievements.  Here the free trappers were in all their glory; they considered themselves the “cocks of the walk,” and always carried the highest crests.  Now and then familiarity was pushed too far, and would effervesce into a brawl, and a “rough and tumble” fight; but it all ended in cordial reconciliation and maudlin endearment.

The presence of the Shoshonie tribe contributed occasionally to cause temporary jealousies and feuds.  The Shoshonie beauties became objects of rivalry among some of the amorous mountaineers.  Happy was the trapper who could muster up a red blanket, a string of gay beads, or a paper of precious vermilion, with which to win the smiles of a Shoshonie fair one.