On the afternoon of April 7, 1805,
winter quarters were abandoned. Of the original
forty-five men two had been lost; but three recruits
had been gained, Chaboneau, his squaw Sacajawea,
and their infant son, born in February. From
Fort Mandan fourteen of the men returned to St. Louis
in the barge, carrying documents, collections, and
trophies, while thirty-two went onward, to be separated
from their kind for almost eighteen months. On
this day Captain Lewis wrote in his journal:
“This little fleet altho’
not quite so rispectable as those of Columbus or Capt.
Cook, were still viewed by us with as much pleasure
as those deservedly famed adventurers ever beheld
theirs; and I dare say with quite as much anxiety
for their safety and preservation. We were now
about to penetrate a country at least two thousand
miles in width, on which the foot of civilized man
had never trodden; the good or evil it had in store
for us was for experiment yet to determine, and these
little vessells contained every article by which we
were to expect to subsist or defend ourselves.
However as the state of mind in which we are, generally
gives the coloring to events, when the imagination
is suffered to wander into futurity, the picture which
now presented itself to me was a most pleasing one,
entertaining as I do the most confident hope of succeeding
in a voyage which had formed a darling project of
mine for the last ten years, I could but esteem this
moment of our departure as among the most happy of
my life.”
April 26th they came to the mouth
of the Yellowstone River, which enters the Missouri
1888 miles above St. Louis. They had had no adventure
of moment; neither was there cause for immediate anxiety,
save as they observed signs of the Assiniboins.
From the tribes with whom they had talked at winter
quarters, they had heard stirring tales of this cut-throat
band, which had inspired the wish to pass unobserved
through their country. This desire was fulfilled.
There was no meeting with the Assiniboins.
Of all the wild creatures of the Western
wilderness, the one which could least be spared from
the literature of adventure is the grizzly bear.
Lewis and Clark were the first white men to give an
account of this beast. Many of the Indian lodge-tales
to which they had listened rang with the fame of the
grizzly, as a background for the greater fame of the
narrators. As a matter of course, fact and figment
were inextricably blended in these tales; but, while
they did not show the animal as it was, they could
not exaggerate its untamable courage, its ferocity,
or its rugged power of endurance. On April 29th,
Captain Lewis, with a party of hunters, proved the
truth of all that had been told him upon these points,
and more; and upon many occasions thereafter, while
the party was making its way from the Yellowstone
country to the mountains, there were encounters from
which the men escaped by mere good fortune. The
most critical adventures with the Indians were but
child’s play in comparison. Despite their
boasting, the Indians would seldom venture to provoke
a fight with a grizzly, except in the most favorable
circumstances, and when strength of numbers inspired
them with bravado. Reckless and headlong as wild
elephants, nothing would daunt the grizzlies,
once they had set about fighting; and so hardy
were they as often to escape, apparently unharmed,
though their vital parts were riddled with lead.
Until the Rocky Mountains were reached,
there was almost no hardship arising from scarcity
of food. Early in May, Captain Lewis wrote that
game of all sorts abounded, being so gentle as to take
no alarm of the hunters. “The male buffalo
particularly will hardly give way to us, and as we
approach will merely look at us for a moment, as something
new, and then quietly resume their feeding....
Game is in such plenty that it has become a mere amusement
to supply the party with provisions.” In
the months that followed, the men carried a blessed
memory of that abundance.
As they drew near to the foothills,
navigation became more and more difficult. The
river lost the sullen, muddy aspect of its lower course,
where it flowed between low, sandy banks, and took
the character of a mountain stream, walled with rock
and filled with dangers. Then it was that the
cottonwood skiffs betrayed their weaknesses. Accidents
were of almost daily occurrence; and on one occasion
the boat containing the instruments and papers was
nearly lost. They were then more than two thousand
miles from any place where such a loss could have been
repaired. To go on would have been idle, without
means for making accurate observations; they would
have been obliged to turn back. In the face of
this perpetual threat, they had no resource but to
take their chances with luck; with the best they could
do, they could not adequately safeguard themselves
against calamity. For the time being, at least,
they were rank fatalists.
On Sunday, May 26th, Captain Lewis
left camp on foot, ascended to the summit of a ridge
of hills near the river, and from the height had his
first glimpse of the distant ranges of the Rocky Mountains.
This was about a year and a half before Pike’s
discovery. The journal entry for that day comes
near to showing emotion:
“While I viewed these mountains
I felt a secret pleasure in thus finding myself so
near the head of the hitherto conceived boundless
Missouri; but when I reflected on the difficulties
which this snowey barrier would most probably throw
in my way to the Pacific, and the sufferings and hardships
of myself and party in them, it in some measure counterballanced
the joy I had felt in the first moments in which I
gazed on them; but as I have always held it a crime
to anticipate evils I will believe it a good comfortable
road until I am compelled to believe differently.”
Progress grew increasingly hard.
Rapids were numerous, over which the boats could not
be urged with oars; so the men were compelled to walk
upon the banks, drawing the craft with tow-lines.
These lines were made mostly of elk-skin, which became
softened and rotted by the water and often broke under
the strain, causing many accidents of a trying and
serious nature. The banks were sometimes so rocky
and precipitous as to afford no foothold; then the
men took to the water, wading, swimming, making headway
as they could. One extract from the journals will
illustrate the severity of their toil:
“May 31st [a rainy day].
Obstructions continue, and fatigue the men excessively.
The banks are so slippery in some places, and the mud
so adhesive, that they are unable to wear their moccasins;
one fourth of the time they are obliged to be up to
their arm-pits in the cold water, and sometimes they
walk for several hours over the sharp fragments of
rocks which have fallen from the hills. All this,
added to the burden of dragging the heavy canoes,
is very painful; yet the men bear it with great patience
and good humour.”
On June 3d they came to a point where
the river forked; and here, as the forks were of nearly
equal volume, they were in doubt as to their route.
Captain Lewis wrote:
“On our right decision much
of the fate of the expedition depends; since if, after
ascending to the Rocky Mountains or beyond them, we
should find that the river we were following did not
come near the Columbia, and be obliged to return,
we should not only be losing the traveling season,
two months of which have already elapsed, but probably
dishearten the men so much as to induce them either
to abandon the enterprise, or yield us a cold obedience,
instead of the warm and zealous support which they
have hitherto afforded us.... The fatigues of
the last few days have occasioned some falling off
in the appearance of the men; who, not having been
able to wear their moccasins, have had their feet
much bruised and mangled in passing over the stones
and rough ground. They are, however, perfectly
cheerful, and have an undiminished ardor for the expedition.”
In order to settle the doubt, the
officers took each one branch of the stream and proceeded
to explore it for some distance above the confluence,
to determine its direction. Captain Lewis, ascending
the northern fork, became convinced that it was not
the main stream; and to it he gave the name, which
it still bears, of Maria’s River. His warmth
of youth speaks in this paragraph:
“I determined to give it a name
and in honour of Miss Maria W d [Maria
Wood, his cousin] called it Maria’s River.
It is true that the hue of the waters of this turbulent
and troubled stream but illy comport with the pure
celestial virtues and amiable qualifications of that
lovely fair one; but on the other hand it is a noble
river; one destined to become in my opinion an object
of contention between the two great powers of America
and Great Britin, with rispect to the adjustment of
the North westwardly boundary of the former; and that
it will become one of the most interesting branches
of the Missouri.”
Meanwhile, Captain Clark had gone
far enough along the southern fork to satisfy himself
that that was the proper course; and when he rejoined
Captain Lewis at the confluence, preparations were
made for continuing the journey. It was then
clear that the burdens of the men must be lightened;
accordingly, considerable quantities of merchandise,
ammunition, etc., were buried in the earth, or
“cached,” after a method often followed
by travelers of the West; care being taken to preserve
the stores against moisture. One of the periogues
also was left at this place, securely hidden.
While this work was going on, Captain
Lewis, with several of the men, proceeded to explore
the southern stream more minutely, seeking to devise
means for passing the canyon at the mouth of which
the party was encamped. June 13th he heard in
the distance the roar of the Great Falls of the Missouri;
and, after pushing on for several miles, he stood
at the foot of the lower cascade. Relying upon
descriptions which had been given by the Indians at
the Mandan villages, he now felt assured that the
right way had been chosen.
He seated himself before the roaring
sheet of water, and endeavored to put a description
of it upon paper; but then he added helplessly:
“After wrighting this imperfect
description I again viewed the falls and was so much
disgusted with the imperfect idea which it conveyed
of the scene that I determined to draw my pen across
it and begin agin, but then reflected that I could
not perhaps succeed better than penning the first
impressions of the mind; I wished for the pencil of
a Salvator Rosa, or the pen of a Thompson,
that I might be enabled to give to the enlightened
world some just idea of this truly magnificent and
sublimely grand object, which has from the commencement
of time been concealed from the view of civilized
man; but this was fruitless and vain. I most
sincerely regreted that I had not brought a chimeeobscura
with me by the assistance of which I could have hoped
to have done better but alas this was also out of
my reach; I therefore, with my pen only endeavored
to trace some of the stronger features of this seen
by the assistance of which and my recollection aided
by some able pencil I hope still to give to the world
some fain idea of an object which at this moment fills
me with such pleasure and astonishment.”
On the next day he went ahead, alone,
and discovered that this was but the first of a long
series of cascades, extending for many miles up the
canyon. It was a day of excitement. While
returning to rejoin his party, he suffered his gun
to remain for a time unloaded; in this plight he was
surprised by a grizzly bear. Cut off from any
other retreat, he was forced to take to the water,
in which he stood to the depth of his armpits, facing
the brute upon the bank and preparing to defend himself
in a hand-to-hand struggle; but, in a manner wholly
out of keeping with his family traditions, the grizzly
was content to walk away without attacking. Proceeding
about nightfall, the young officer encountered a strange
beast, probably a wolverine, which showed fight; and
a little later he was charged by three bulls from
a herd of buffalo. Upon waking the next morning,
he found a large rattlesnake coiled about the trunk
of the tree beneath which he had slept.