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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
Rising Wolf
The White Blackfoot
COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY THE SPRAGUE PUBLISHING COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY JAMES WILLARD SCHULTZ
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Contents
| 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 |
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
Introduction
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.
Rising Wolf
The White Blackfoot
HUGH MONROE'S STORY
OF HIS FIRST YEAR ON THE PLAINS
CHAPTER I
WITH THE HUDSON'S BAY COMPANY
You ask me for the story of my life. My friend, it would fill many volumes, for I have lived a long life of great adventure. But I am glad! You shall have the story. Let us set it forth in order. So! I begin:
I was born in Three Rivers Settlement, Province of Quebec, July 9, 1798. My father was Captain Hugh Monroe, of the English Army. My mother was Amélie de la Roche, daughter of a noble family of French émigrés. Her father owned a fine mansion in Montreal, and the large estate in Three Rivers, where my father lived with her what time he was not with his regiment on some expedition.
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