قراءة كتاب Rising Wolf the White Blackfoot Hugh Monroe's Story of his First Year on the Plains

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Rising Wolf the White Blackfoot Hugh Monroe's Story of his First Year on the Plains

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Schultz James Willard

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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Rising Wolf
The White Blackfoot

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I LEANED OUT AND FIRED STRAIGHT AT A BIG HEAD (p. 105)

I.	With the Hudson's Bay Company	3
II.	The Sun-Glass	29
III.	Hunting with Red Crow	56
IV.	A Fight with the River People	79
V.	Buffalo Hunting	104
VI.	Camping on Arrow River	129
VII.	The Crows attack the Blackfeet	154
VIII.	In the Yellow River Country	179
IX.	The Coming of Cold Maker	205
X.	Making Peace with the Crows	230

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Illustrations

I leaned out and fired straight at a Big Head	Frontispiece
How Strange it seemed to me, a Boy, to sit in the Prow	10
As they swept past us they shot their Arrows	156
Hugh Monroe in his Old Age From a photograph	252

The drawings are by Frank E. Schoonover

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One of the greatest pleasures of my long life on the plains was my intimate friendship with Hugh Monroe, or Rising Wolf, whose tale of his first experiences upon the Saskatchewan-Missouri River plains is set forth in Rising Wolf just as I had it from him before the lodge fires of the long ago.

At first an engagé of the Hudson's Bay Company, then of the American Fur Company, and finally free trapper, Hugh Monroe saw more "new country" and had more adventures than most of the early men of the West. During the last years of his long life he lived much with his grandson, William Jackson, ex-Custer scout, who was my partner, and we loved to have him with us. Slender of figure, and not tall, blue-eyed and once brown-haired, he must have been in his time a man of fine appearance. Honest he was and truthful. Kind of heart and brave. A good Christian, too, and yet with no small faith in the gods of his Blackfoot people. And he was a man of tremendous vitality. Up to the very last he went about with his loved flintlock gun, trapping beavers and shooting an occasional deer.

He died in his ninety-eighth year, and we buried him in the Two Medicine Valley, under the shadow of the cliffs over which he had so many times helped the Pi-kun-i stampede herds of buffalo to their death, and in sight of that great, sky-piercing height of red rock on the north side of the Two Medicine Lake, which we named Rising Wolf Mountain. It is a fitting monument to the man who was the first of his race to see it, and the great expanse it overlooks.

J. W. S.