82 NEAY TRACKS IN NOETH AMEEICA, 



black piercing eyes^ and face as deeply bronzed as tliat of an 

 Indian. 



The old warrior commenced life by figliting the red-skins, 

 bnt afterwards married a couple of sqnaws, and spent nearly 

 all bis days afterwards trading amongst tliem in peace. The 

 son we met at Boggs' RancLe is a balf-brced^ and as such is 

 decidedly a good specimen, for in every respect the American 

 in him predominates oyer the Indian. He is sufficiently 

 educated for ordinary life, and owns a flourishing farm two 

 miles farther down the river, which I regret not having been 

 able to visit when invited by him to do so. He has a brother, 

 however, whose proclivities led him quite in the other direc- 

 tion, and whose white blood made him even a more dangerous 

 and relentless saA^age than his half-brethren. He is chief of 

 the band of Cheyennes, to which his mother belonged, and 

 has for years been the terror of the unprotected settlers. 



To complete the group of " human curiosities " at Boggs's 

 Eanclie, a family of Ute Indians had built their little lodge 

 of sticks and old sail-cloth in a gi*ove behind the cattle-shed. 

 These hideous creatures, lialf clotliod with skins, their coarse 

 black hair falling in matted clusters over their faces and 

 shoulders, stared vacantly at us as we passed, and terrified 

 our horses as much as if they had been wild beasts. 



On crossing the river we found 



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on the opposite side, which had only just been built by t 

 enterprising Yankees. Here we could buy everything 

 clothes and candles, bowie-knives and groceries, canned fruits 

 and Mexican saddles, powder and shot, boots and shoes, caps 

 and crinolines, "Worcestershire sauce, whiskey, and diinks 

 without end. This well-stocked storehouse, raised up in the 

 wilds, to which everything has to be carried hundi^eds of 

 miles by wagons through a hostile Indian coimtry, speaks 





