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Men of our party, who were wise in the ways of the savages, warned our boys
and younger men against wandering too far away from camp while we were in the
Indian country. At first the advice was listened to and followed, but after a
while some of the boys became careless and came and went at will. Nothing
happened and they became more and more heedless, till at last a couple of our
young men learned a bitter and most embarrassing lesson.
We had made camp rather early in the day, perhaps it was at a place where
we had lain over, I do not know for sure. I only remember that a young man,
whose name I have forgotten, and another, whose name was Rogers, left the camp
early in the afternoon and strolled along for some distance. They were a mile
or so away, when a small band of Indians came onto them. The savages did them
no personal violence, but they made them disrobe to the very last stitch, then
rode away, leaving our young men alone on the prairie and in no condition to
return to camp before nightfall.
They crept in as close as they dared and hid behind rocks and small bushes
or clumps of weeds and shivered in terror whenever they heard feminine voices
near them. Young Rogers had passed as a bit of a Beau Brummel at the camp and
he was surely in a distressing predicament.I have no doubt that he would
almost rather have been scalped and left on the prairie then had any of the
girls discovered him as the Indians had left him, without clothes and without
glory. It was bad enough without that, for they knew that even their friends
would not keep the matter quiet.
They hid out till the friendly darkness had clothed them sufficiently that
they felt it was safe to call for help. Some of the men heard them and went to
the rescue. Then they returned to the camp for a couple of blankets and in a
few minutes our two bold young Indian fighters sneaked into their tents to
rummage around in search of clothes and their lost dignity.
Walt Davies
Monmouth, OR
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