A DEER DRIVE WITH SPOKANE INDIANS. 



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BREAKING TRAIL TO OR-AH-PAH-EU S LODGE. 



good will of all. At that time he 

 owned the traders' store before men- 

 tioned. He was one of a type of 

 men who began to vanish when 

 the iron horse that breathes fire 

 packed it's first load across the 

 Rockies. 



Sherwood, a corporal of my regi- 

 ment, and myself were the only white 

 men of the council. As I entered 

 Or-ah-pah-eu motioned me to a seat 

 at Lot's right, next Sherwood. My 

 coming completed the circle. All sat 

 erect in perfect silence, as if cut out 

 of stone. 



Lot took up his pipe and filling it 

 from a pouch hung from his neck, 

 began the " wa-wa " (talk). Making 

 a map on the ground with his knife, 

 he snowed the trail we were to fol- 

 low to reach the hunting grounds, 

 and welcomed and advised us in a 

 few words. He said, Lot's heart was 

 glad when he saw us, for we were 

 good shots and would kill a great 



many deer over on Ins-tah-peats-ah 

 creek where there was a large band 

 which his young men had hern 

 watching; that we must be careful in 

 shooting not to miss any, and that 

 his young men and women would 

 pack the carcasses back' to the main 

 camp. They had been breaking 

 trail for us, up the divide, all night. 

 We had better start right out. The 

 trail lead up a sharp foot-hill over 

 a mesa through pine timber and 

 sage brush, then up a gulch to a di- 

 vide about 3,000 feet high, which 

 was comparatively easy traveling, as 

 the bucks and squaws had k< 

 moving all night to keep it open. 

 On reaching the summit, where the 

 snow was about six feet deep, we cut 

 some green boughs which we laid 

 on the snow, and gathering some 

 fagots from a standing dead pine, 

 built a fire and made coffee, as it 

 was now well along in the afternoon. 

 After fortifying ourselves with 



