Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 540 pages of information about Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains.

Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 540 pages of information about Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains.
to where George Jones was just at daylight.  He said that the squaws had moved in the direction of Clear Lake.  There was a heavy dew and we had no trouble in finding their trail and following it; in fact, at times we could ride almost at full speed and follow without difficulty.  We had only gone about four miles when we came in sight of them, six squaws, a little boy, a little girl and a baby.  When they saw me coming they all stopped.  I rode up and asked them where they were going.  They could all speak a little English.

There was one in the crowd named Mary, with whom I was well acquainted, who said:  “We heap hungry, too much hungry, we go Clear Lake catch fish.”  I told her that we would have to take them prisoners and take them all back to headquarters and keep them there until we got all the Modoc Indians and then they would have to go on to the reservation.  “No, too much hungry, you all time fight Captain Jack, Injun no catch fish.  All time eatem hoss.  No more hoss now; Injun eatem all up, eatem some cow too.  No more hoss, no more cow.  Injun all heap hungry.”

It was some time before I could make them believe that they would be fed when at headquarters, but they being acquainted with me and knowing that I had been a friend to them in time of peace.  I finally succeeded in getting them to turn and go to headquarters.  These were the first prisoners that had been taken to the General’s quarters during the Modoc war.

Gen. Wheaton was away from his quarters, so I left the prisoners in charge of George Jones and the other scouts, with instructions to let no one interfere with them while I went to hunt the General.

I soon found him and with him returned to where the Indians were.  The General asked me to question the one of them that talked the best English and had done the most talking, concerning the number of men that Captain Jack had in his stronghold.  When I asked her she said:  “Some days twenty men, some days thirty men, no more, some go away.  No more come back, some shoot, by and by he die.  Two days now me not eat.  Injun man, he no eat much.”

From this we inferred that they only had a little provisions left, and the men that did the fighting did the eating also.  They were given something to eat at once, and I don’t think I ever saw more hungry mortals.  I told the General that it would not be long until they would all come out, but that I did not think they would come in a body, but would slip out two or three at a time.  The General thought it so strange that they were stealing out through the picket lines and the guards not seeing any of them.

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