Silver-knife, or, The hunters of the Rocky Mountains : an autobiography / by J.H. Robinson.

  • Robinson, J. H. (John Hovey), 1820-1867.
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[1854]
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Credit: Silver-knife, or, The hunters of the Rocky Mountains : an autobiography / by J.H. Robinson. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    on one side. You will never succeed in anything, and are certainly no part of a physician, But I will not waste words. I merely wish to show you that you are not deserving of Madeleine Leroy. You have not sufficient stamina to contend with that influence which will continually be exerted against you; so abandon the pursuit, and go home like a good boy. Yours, (< yIGILANCE » Despite all my philosophy, I felt excessively annoyed at the cool impudence of my anonymous correspondent. He certainly had some knowledge of me; that I could not doubt; one allusion of his had proved it. For a few minutes, I felt like making an assault and bat- tery on the first unlucky object that circumstances should throw in my way; but such feelings soon subsided. I began to regard the letter as a thrust from some individual whom I had offended; and, putting it in my pocket, thought but little more of it until I reached Westport. Great was my disappointment, on making inquiries at that place, to learn that the Leroys had gone ; and an old voyageur informed me they had started the day before towards the Kansas. They had a good outfit, and were amply provided with horses and mules, the latter being used to draw a baggage- wagon. The voyageur assured me it would be an easy thing to overtake them in a day, if tolerably well mounted. I hastened to make arrangements to follow the trail of my friends. It was not difficult to find a large, powerful horse, fit to bear the fortunes of a prince. He was a fine, coal-black, restless fellow. I named him Wyandot, in honor of his former owner, who was an Indian of the Wyandot nation. My steed proved, as the sequel will show, as good as he looked. Beside my double-barrelled rifle, I had brought an excellent pair of rifle-pistols and a revolver from St. Louis. I now procured a pocket-compass, and such other articles as I could well carry, and the nature of the case seemed to demand. I thought of purchasing two horses, one to be employed as a pack-horse; but I renounced this idea upon reflection, believ- ing I should soon overtake Leroy, who had, in all probabil- ity, an ample supply of provisions, and would be glad of the acquisition to his strength: moreover, we should be passing 2