In the Rocky Mountains | Page 4

Clarice in every respect as a young lady,--as, indeed, she was. He now
and then addressed me; and the more he said, the more I felt inclined to
like him.
Uncle Jeff had a good deal of conversation with Sergeant Custis, who
appeared to be a superior sort of person, and had, I suspect, seen better
days.
We were still seated at supper when the door opened and an Indian
stalked into the room, decked with war-paint and feathers, and rifle in
hand.
"Ugh!" he exclaimed, stopping and regarding us, as if unwilling to
advance without permission.
"Come in, friend," said Uncle Jeff, rising and going towards him; "sit
down, and make yourself at home. You would like some food, I
guess?"
The Indian again uttered a significant "Ugh!" as, taking advantage of

Uncle Jeff's offer, he seated himself by the fire.
"Why, uncle," exclaimed Clarice, "it is Winnemak!"
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But I must explain how Clarice came to know the Indian, whom, at the
first moment, no one else had recognised.
Not far off, in a grove of cottonwood trees up the valley, there came
forth from the side of the hill a spring of singularly bright and cool
water, of which Uncle Jeff was particularly fond; as were, indeed, the
rest of us. Clarice made it a practice every evening, just before we
returned home from our day's work, to fetch a large pitcher of water
from this spring, that we might have it as cool and fresh as possible.
It happened that one afternoon, in the spring of the previous year, she
had set off with this object in view, telling Rachel where she was going;
but she had just got out of the enclosure when she caught sight of one
of the cows straying up the valley.
"I go after her, Missie Clarice; you no trouble you-self," cried Rachel.
So Clarice continued her way, carrying her pitcher on her head. It was
somewhat earlier than usual; and having no especial work to attend to
at home, she did not hurry. It was as warm a day as any in summer, and
finding the heat somewhat oppressive, she sat down by the side of the
pool to enjoy the refreshing coolness of the air which came down the
canon. "I ought to be going home," she said to herself; and taking her
pitcher, she filled it with water.
She was just about to replace it on her head, when she was startled by
the well-known Indian "Ugh!" uttered by some one who was as yet
invisible. She at first felt a little alarmed, but recollecting that if the
stranger had been an enemy he would not have given her warning, she
stood still, with her pitcher in her hand, looking around her. Presently
an Indian appeared from among the bushes, his dress torn and
travel-stained, and his haggard looks showing that he must have

undergone great fatigue. He made signs, as he approached, to show that
he had come over the mountains; he then pointed to his lips, to let her
understand that he was parched with thirst.
"Poor man! you shall have some water, then," said Clarice,
immediately holding up the pitcher, that the stranger might drink
without difficulty. His looks brightened as she did so; and after he had
drunk his fill he gave her back the pitcher, drawing a long breath, and
placing his hand on his heart to express his gratitude.
While the Indian was drinking, Clarice observed Rachel approaching,
with a look of alarm on her countenance. It vanished, however, when
she saw how Clarice and the Indian were employed.
"Me dare say de stranger would like food as well as drink," she
observed as she joined them, and making signs to the Indian to inquire
if he was hungry.
He nodded his head, and uttered some words. But although neither
Clarice nor Rachel could understand his language, they saw very
clearly that he greatly required food.
"Come along, den," said Rachel; "you shall hab some in de twinkle ob
an eye, as soon as we get home.--Missie Clarice, me carry de pitcher, or
Indian fancy you white slavey;" and Rachel laughed at her own wit.
She then told Clarice how she had caught sight of the Indian coming
over the mountain, as she was driving home the cow; and that, as he
was making his way towards the spring, she had been dreadfully
alarmed at the idea that he might surprise her young mistress. She
thought it possible, too, that he might be accompanied by other
Redskins, and that they should perhaps carry her off; or, at all events,
finding the house undefended, they might pillage it, and get away with
their booty before the return of the men.
"But he seems friendly and