quiver, which still contained a large number of arrows, and which he
presented, on rejoining the party, to Lieutenant Gillespie. It is a
pity that such a brave man as this savage was, should have met with
such an inglorious death; but, it was his own seeking, for he had
attacked the wrong persons. Another twenty-four hours now passed by
without any further annoyance from the Indians; who, notwithstanding
the late forcible instruction they had received, still continued to
hover around, and follow after the exploring party. On encamping
the next evening, after Kit Carson had killed the Indian, as above
described, the party found themselves entirely destitute of anything
to eat, although they were very hungry. Game had, all at once, become
very scarce, as the hunters whose turn it was to be out that day, had
returned unsuccessful. Two more men were then sent out, in hopes that
by perseverance they might find something. They had not proceeded far
before they discovered an Indian watching their camp, as if awaiting
a favorable opportunity to make a descent on the animals. Step (one
of these hunters) crept unperceived by the red man until he was within
range of his rifle, when he fired, and killed the would-be thief.
No other game could be found, so the hunters returned, and the whole
party retired to rest supperless, and arose the next morning to fast
again. That day, however, they found and killed some game, and for the
time being, their appetites were once more appeased. Fremont was now
on his way to Peter Lawson's Fort, where he arrived safely, after
several days of hard traveling. At this place the party rested
for about one week; but the desire to have an active share in the
approaching hostilities, caused Fremont to delay no longer than was
absolutely necessary; hence, he started and went to a point lower down
on the Sacramento, known to the mountaineers under the name of the
Buttes. Here, a camp was made, and here Fremont had decided to wait
positive orders concerning the war; and, until these instructions