Identifier: trailingcamping00powe (find matches)
Title: Trailing and camping in Alaska
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Powell, Addison M. (Addison Monroe), 1856-
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Publisher: New York : A. Wessels
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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" Well, it doesn't amount to much, but it is his-
tory. I was born in Waukesha County, Wiscon-
sin, in 1843, on the side of an old abandoned in
dian village, and in the sight of an Indian tepee,
and I have been in sight of them almost eversince.
" I fought for the Union, but was discharged for
injuries received on Shiloh's dark and bloody ground.
I fought the Sioux with Generals Sibley and Sully.
I once swam a horse across the Yellowstone River
and then across the Missouri to get to Rock Fort
Union. I was an Indian trader from 1865 to 1867,
and dealt with the Blackfeet, Pegans, Bloods and
Crees. I left St. Cloud for Winnipeg, where I pro-
cured fresh cattle and proceeded with the first emi-
grant train to Fort Edmonton. There were 500
carts, 700 half-breeds, and three white men,—
Boyd, John Beaupre and myself.
" Again I started out to trade with the Indians,
and employed Hugh Morrison, a man with a Black-
foot wife, who had lived with the Indians for forty
years. We came upon an Indian town of about
three thousand souls, and, as my hair was red and
long, they looked upon me as a freak, which I was.
They swarmed around and grunted astonishment
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James Germansen.
(at the time of his narrative)

Trailing and Camping in Alaska 319
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and awe as they ran their fingers through my scalp-
lock.
The price of a buffalo robe was two cups of
flour, and it was but a short time until our carts
were loaded down. When I was ready to leave
,Chief Maxipeta (Great Eagle), kindly offered me
my choice of his six wives, and insisted that I
should take a certain pony-built one, but I declined
the offer on the ground that I was too young. This
incident caused an enmity towards me that prohib-
ited me from returning to that village to trade.
The old chief, however, warned me to look out
for roving bands of his young Indians who were
then on the warpath with the Big Knives, (Montana
miners).
" We arrived safely at Fort Edmonton, and a
few days later, ' Dancing Bill ' (Tom Latham),
an old California pioneer, came into camp and de-
manded flour; and although he had no money, he
said he was going to have it. He wore two six-
shooters and just took what flour he wanted. In
about two weeks he returned, paid me in gold dust

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