*)8 JOB LAID ON HIS COUCH. 



they assisted me to carry him to camp. One party made 

 a sort of litter on which they placed the bear, and followed 

 it to camp. 



Near the camp, the squaws and children came to meet 

 us, and seemed extremely anxious to celebrate a triumph 

 in their savage way. But a sight of the wounded man 

 put a damper on their exulting enthusiasm, and the squaws, 

 with commendable tenderness of feeling, immediately ran 

 to get their little stocks of medicines. One of the chiefs 

 tendered me the use of his lodge, of which I gladly availed 

 myself. Joe was laid on a soft couch of skins, and while 

 I superintended, some of the squaws washed and dressed 

 his wounds, with a skill and delicacy peculiar to these 

 wild daughters of the mountains and plains. 



Before the gentle surgeons had completed their labors, 

 Joe revived, and seeing me near him, tried to smile. " Not 

 gone under yet, Perey, but awful sore," said he, and 

 then, after a pause, during which he writhed in pain, he 

 inquired, " Did you conquer old grizzly, Perey ?" Upon 

 learning that the bear had been killed, and was in camp, 

 he appeared to enjoy much satisfaction. I examined his 

 wounds and found that some of them were severe, none 

 were dangerous. A few weeks under the treatment of 

 the Shoshonee squaws would make all sound again. After 

 a short conference, it was agreed, that Joe should remain 

 with the Shoshonees, until perfectly well, and that his 



