Winter camp at the Portneuf ­Fine springs ­The Bannack Indians ­Their honesty ­Captain ­Bonneville prepares for an expedition ­Christmas ­The American ­Falls ­Wild scenery ­ Fishing Falls ­Snake Indians ­Scenery on the Bruneau ­View of volcanic country from a mountain ­Powder River ­ Shoshokoes, or Root Diggers ­Their character, habits, habitations, dogs ­Vanity at its last shift

In establishing his winter camp near the Portneuf, Captain Bonneville had drawn off to some little distance from his Bannack friends, to avoid all annoyance from their intimacy or intrusions.  In so doing, however, he had been obliged to take up his quarters on the extreme edge of the flat land, where he was encompassed with ice and snow, and had nothing better for his horses to subsist on than wormwood.  The Bannacks, on the contrary, were encamped among fine springs of water, where there was grass in abundance.  Some of these springs gush out of the earth in sufficient quantity to turn a mill; and furnish beautiful streams, clear as crystal, and full of trout of a large size, which may be seen darting about the transparent water.

Winter now set in regularly.  The snow had fallen frequently, and in large quantities, and covered the ground to a depth of a foot; and the continued coldness of the weather prevented any thaw.

By degrees, a distrust which at first subsisted between the Indians and the trappers, subsided, and gave way to mutual confidence and good will.  A few presents convinced the chiefs that the white men were their friends; nor were the white men wanting in proofs of the honesty and good faith of their savage neighbors.  Occasionally, the deep snow and the want of fodder obliged them to turn their weakest horses out to roam in quest of sustenance.  If they at any time strayed to the camp of the Bannacks, they were immediately brought back.  It must be confessed, however, that if the stray horse happened, by any chance, to be in vigorous plight and good condition, though he was equally sure to be returned by the honest Bannacks, yet it was always after the lapse of several days, and in a very gaunt and jaded state; and always with the remark that they had found him a long way off.  The uncharitable were apt to surmise that he had, in the interim, been well used up in a buffalo hunt; but those accustomed to Indian morality in the matter of horseflesh, considered it a singular evidence of honesty that he should be brought back at all.

Being convinced, therefore, from these, and other circumstances, that his people were encamped in the neighborhood of a tribe as honest as they were valiant, and satisfied that they would pass their winter unmolested, Captain Bonneville prepared for a reconnoitring expedition of great extent and peril.  This was, to penetrate to the Hudson’s Bay establishments on the banks of the Columbia, and to make himself acquainted with the country and the Indian tribes; it being one part of his scheme to establish a trading post somewhere on the lower part of the river, so as to participate in the trade lost to the United States by the capture of Astoria.  This expedition would, of course, take him through the Snake River country, and across the Blue Mountains, the scenes of so much hardship and disaster to Hunt and Crooks, and their Astorian bands, who first explored it, and he would have to pass through it in the same frightful season, the depth of winter.

The idea of risk and hardship, however, only served to stimulate the adventurous spirit of the captain.  He chose three companions for his journey, put up a small stock of necessaries in the most portable form, and selected five horses and mules for themselves and their baggage.  He proposed to rejoin his band in the early part of March, at the winter encampment near the Portneuf.  All these arrangements being completed, he mounted his horse on Christmas morning, and set off with his three comrades.  They halted a little beyond the Bannack camp, and made their Christmas dinner, which, if not a very merry, was a very hearty one, after which they resumed their journey.

They were obliged to travel slowly, to spare their horses; for the snow had increased in depth to eighteen inches; and though somewhat packed and frozen, was not sufficiently so to yield firm footing.  Their route lay to the west, down along the left side of Snake River; and they were several days in reaching the first, or American Falls.  The banks of the river, for a considerable distance, both above and below the falls, have a volcanic character:  masses of basaltic rock are piled one upon another; the water makes its way through their broken chasms, boiling through narrow channels, or pitching in beautiful cascades over ridges of basaltic columns.

Beyond these falls, they came to a picturesque, but inconsiderable stream, called the Cassie.  It runs through a level valley, about four miles wide, where the soil is good; but the prevalent coldness and dryness of the climate is unfavorable to vegetation.  Near to this stream there is a small mountain of mica slate, including garnets.  Granite, in small blocks, is likewise seen in this neighborhood, and white sandstone.  From this river, the travellers had a prospect of the snowy heights of the Salmon River Mountains to the north; the nearest, at least fifty miles distant.

In pursuing his course westward, Captain Bonneville generally kept several miles from Snake River, crossing the heads of its tributary streams; though he often found the open country so encumbered by volcanic rocks, as to render travelling extremely difficult.  Whenever he approached Snake River, he found it running through a broad chasm, with steep, perpendicular sides of basaltic rock.  After several days’ travel across a level plain, he came to a part of the river which filled him with astonishment and admiration.  As far as the eye could reach, the river was walled in by perpendicular cliffs two hundred and fifty feet high, beetling like dark and gloomy battlements, while blocks and fragments lay in masses at their feet, in the midst of the boiling and whirling current.  Just above, the whole stream pitched in one cascade above forty feet in height, with a thundering sound, casting up a volume of spray that hung in the air like a silver mist.  These are called by some the Fishing Falls, as the salmon are taken here in immense quantities.  They cannot get by these falls.

After encamping at this place all night, Captain Bonneville, at sunrise, descended with his party through a narrow ravine, or rather crevice, in the vast wall of basaltic rock which bordered the river; this being the only mode, for many miles, of getting to the margin of the stream.

The snow lay in a thin crust along the banks of the river, so that their travelling was much more easy than it had been hitherto.  There were foot tracks, also, made by the natives, which greatly facilitated their progress.  Occasionally, they met the inhabitants of this wild region; a timid race, and but scantily provided with the necessaries of life.  Their dress consisted of a mantle about four feet square, formed of strips of rabbit skins sewed together; this they hung over their shoulders, in the ordinary Indian mode of wearing the blanket.  Their weapons were bows and arrows; the latter tipped with obsidian, which abounds in the neighborhood.  Their huts were shaped like haystacks, and constructed of branches of willow covered with long grass, so as to be warm and comfortable.  Occasionally, they were surrounded by small inclosures of wormwood, about three feet high, which gave them a cottage-like appearance.  Three or four of these tenements were occasionally grouped together in some wild and striking situation, and had a picturesque effect.  Sometimes they were in sufficient number to form a small hamlet.  From these people, Captain Bonneville’s party frequently purchased salmon, dried in an admirable manner, as were likewise the roes.  This seemed to be their prime article of food; but they were extremely anxious to get buffalo meat in exchange.

The high walls and rocks, within which the travellers had been so long inclosed, now occasionally presented openings, through which they were enabled to ascend to the plain, and to cut off considerable bends of the river.

Throughout the whole extent of this vast and singular chasm, the scenery of the river is said to be of the most wild and romantic character.  The rocks present every variety of masses and grouping.  Numerous small streams come rushing and boiling through narrow clefts and ravines:  one of a considerable size issued from the face of a precipice, within twenty-five feet of its summit; and after running in nearly a horizontal line for about one hundred feet, fell, by numerous small cascades, to the rocky bank of the river.

In its career through this vast and singular defile, Snake River is upward of three hundred yards wide, and as clear as spring water.  Sometimes it steals along with a tranquil and noiseless course; at other times, for miles and miles, it dashes on in a thousand rapids, wild and beautiful to the eye, and lulling the ear with the soft tumult of plashing waters.

Many of the tributary streams of Snake River, rival it in the wildness and picturesqueness of their scenery.  That called the Bruneau; is particularly cited.  It runs through a tremendous chasm, rather than a valley, extending upwards of a hundred and fifty miles.  You come upon it on a sudden, in traversing a level plain.  It seems as if you could throw a stone across from cliff to cliff; yet, the valley is near two thousand feet deep:  so that the river looks like an inconsiderable stream.  Basaltic rocks rise perpendicularly, so that it is impossible to get from the plain to the water, or from the river margin to the plain.  The current is bright and limpid.  Hot springs are found on the borders of this river.  One bursts out of the cliffs forty feet above the river, in a stream sufficient to turn a mill, and sends up a cloud of vapor.

We find a characteristic picture of this volcanic region of mountains and streams, furnished by the journal of Mr. Wyeth, which lies before us; who ascended a peak in the neighborhood we are describing.  From this summit, the country, he says, appears an indescribable chaos; the tops of the hills exhibit the same strata as far as the eye can reach; and appear to have once formed the level of the country; and the valleys to be formed by the sinking of the earth, rather than the rising of the hills.  Through the deep cracks and chasms thus formed, the rivers and brooks make their way, which renders it difficult to follow them.  All these basaltic channels are called cut rocks by the trappers.  Many of the mountain streams disappear in the plains; either absorbed by their thirsty soil, and by the porous surface of the lava, or swallowed up in gulfs and chasms.

On the 12th of January (1834), Captain Bonneville reached Powder River; much the largest stream that he had seen since leaving the Portneuf.  He struck it about three miles above its entrance into Snake River.  Here he found himself above the lower narrows and defiles of the latter river, and in an open and level country.  The natives now made their appearance in considerable numbers, and evinced the most insatiable curiosity respecting the white men; sitting in groups for hours together, exposed to the bleakest winds, merely for the pleasure of gazing upon the strangers, and watching every movement.  These are of that branch of the great Snake tribe called Shoshokoes, or Root Diggers, from their subsisting, in a great measure, on the roots of the earth; though they likewise take fish in great quantities, and hunt, in a small way.  They are, in general, very poor; destitute of most of the comforts of life, and extremely indolent:  but a mild, inoffensive race.  They differ, in many respects, from the other branch of the Snake tribe, the Shoshonies; who possess horses, are more roving and adventurous, and hunt the buffalo.

On the following day, as Captain Bonneville approached the mouth of Powder River, he discovered at least a hundred families of these Diggers, as they are familiarly called, assembled in one place.  The women and children kept at a distance, perched among the rocks and cliffs; their eager curiosity being somewhat dashed with fear.  From their elevated posts, they scrutinized the strangers with the most intense earnestness; regarding them with almost as much awe as if they had been beings of a supernatural order.

The men, however, were by no means so shy and reserved; but importuned Captain Bonneville and his companions excessively by their curiosity.  Nothing escaped their notice; and any thing they could lay their hands on underwent the most minute examination.  To get rid of such inquisitive neighbors, the travellers kept on for a considerable distance, before they encamped for the night.

The country, hereabout, was generally level and sandy; producing very little grass, but a considerable quantity of sage or wormwood.  The plains were diversified by isolated hills, all cut off, as it were, about the same height, so as to have tabular summits.  In this they resembled the isolated hills of the great prairies, east of the Rocky Mountains; especially those found on the plains of the Arkansas.

The high precipices which had hitherto walled in the channel of Snake River had now disappeared; and the banks were of the ordinary height.  It should be observed, that the great valleys or plains, through which the Snake River wound its course, were generally of great breadth, extending on each side from thirty to forty miles; where the view was bounded by unbroken ridges of mountains.

The travellers found but little snow in the neighborhood of Powder River, though the weather continued intensely cold.  They learned a lesson, however, from their forlorn friends, the Root Diggers, which they subsequently found of great service in their wintry wanderings.  They frequently observed them to be furnished with long ropes, twisted from the bark of the wormwood.  This they used as a slow match, carrying it always lighted.  Whenever they wished to warm themselves, they would gather together a little dry wormwood, apply the match, and in an instant produce a cheering blaze.

Captain Bonneville gives a cheerless account of a village of these Diggers, which he saw in crossing the plain below Powder River.  “They live,” says he, “without any further protection from the inclemency of the season, than a sort of break-weather, about three feet high, composed of sage (or wormwood), and erected around them in the shape of a half moon.”  Whenever he met with them, however, they had always a large suite of half-starved dogs:  for these animals, in savage as well as in civilized life, seem to be the concomitants of beggary.

These dogs, it must be allowed, were of more use than the beggary curs of cities.  The Indian children used them in hunting the small game of the neighborhood, such as rabbits and prairie dogs; in which mongrel kind of chase they acquitted themselves with some credit.

Sometimes the Diggers aspire to nobler game, and succeed in entrapping the antelope, the fleetest animal of the prairies.  The process by which this is effected is somewhat singular.  When the snow has disappeared, says Captain Bonneville, and the ground become soft, the women go into the thickest fields of wormwood, and pulling it up in great quantities, construct with it a hedge, about three feet high, inclosing about a hundred acres.  A single opening is left for the admission of the game.  This done, the women conceal themselves behind the wormwood, and wait patiently for the coming of the antelopes; which sometimes enter this spacious trap in considerable numbers.  As soon as they are in, the women give the signal, and the men hasten to play their part.  But one of them enters the pen at a time; and, after chasing the terrified animals round the inclosure, is relieved by one of his companions.  In this way the hunters take their turns, relieving each other, and keeping up a continued pursuit by relays, without fatigue to themselves.  The poor antelopes, in the end, are so wearied down, that the whole party of men enter and dispatch them with clubs; not one escaping that has entered the inclosure.  The most curious circumstance in this chase is, that an animal so fleet and agile as the antelope, and straining for its life, should range round and round this fated inclosure, without attempting to overleap the low barrier which surrounds it.  Such, however, is said to be the fact; and such their only mode of hunting the antelope.

Notwithstanding the absence of all comfort and convenience in their habitations, and the general squalidness of their appearance, the Shoshokoes do not appear to be destitute of ingenuity.  They manufacture good ropes, and even a tolerably fine thread, from a sort of weed found in their neighborhood; and construct bowls and jugs out of a kind of basket-work formed from small strips of wood plaited:  these, by the aid of a little wax, they render perfectly water tight.  Beside the roots on which they mainly depend for subsistence, they collect great quantities of seed, of various kinds, beaten with one hand out of the tops of the plants into wooden bowls held for that purpose.  The seed thus collected is winnowed and parched, and ground between two stones into a kind of meal or flour; which, when mixed with water, forms a very palatable paste or gruel.

Some of these people, more provident and industrious than the rest, lay up a stock of dried salmon, and other fish, for winter:  with these, they were ready to traffic with the travellers for any objects of utility in Indian life; giving a large quantity in exchange for an awl, a knife, or a fish-hook.  Others were in the most abject state of want and starvation; and would even gather up the fish-bones which the travellers threw away after a repast, warm them over again at the fire, and pick them with the greatest avidity.

The farther Captain Bonneville advanced into the country of these Root Diggers, the more evidence he perceived of their rude and forlorn condition.  “They were destitute,” says he, “of the necessary covering to protect them from the weather; and seemed to be in the most unsophisticated ignorance of any other propriety or advantage in the use of clothing.  One old dame had absolutely nothing on her person but a thread round her neck, from which was pendant a solitary bead.”

What stage of human destitution, however, is too destitute for vanity!  Though these naked and forlorn-looking beings had neither toilet to arrange, nor beauty to contemplate, their greatest passion was for a mirror.  It was a “great medicine,” in their eyes.  The sight of one was sufficient, at any time, to throw them into a paroxysm of eagerness and delight; and they were ready to give anything they had for the smallest fragment in which they might behold their squalid features.  With this simple instance of vanity, in its primitive but vigorous state, we shall close our remarks on the Root Diggers.