“we 
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Creek Indians, and a shop or two kept by 
American traders. An Indian who had quar- 
relled with his wife, came out and proposed 
to join us, and, to our great surprise, carried 
his proposal into execution. The next morn- 
ing his repentant consort came to our camp, 
and set up a most dismal weeping and howl- 
ing after her truant husband, who, notwith- 
standing, was neither to be caught by tears 
nor softened by entreaties, but persisted in his 
determination to see foreign countries. His 
name was Echi-eleh-hadjé (or Crazy-deer- 
foot), but, for brevity’s sake, we always called 
him Chuly. He was industrious, and pos- 
sessed many clever qualities, though some- 
what disposed to commit excesses whenever 
he could procure liquor, which fortunately did 
not occur until our arrival at Santa Fé. He 
proved to be a good and willing hand on the 
way, but as he spoke no English, our com- 
munication with him was somewhat trouble- 
some. may as well add here, that, while in 
Santa Fé, he took another freak and joined a 
volunteer corps, chiefly of Americans, organ- 
ized under one James Kirker to fight the Na- 
vajo and Apache Indians; the government: 
of Chihuahua having guarantied to them all 
the spoils they should take. With these our 
Creek found a few of his ‘red brethren’— 
Shawnees and Delawares, who had wandered 
thus far from the frontier of Missouri. After 
this little army was disbanded, Chuly returned 
home; as I have been informed, with a small 
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