Chapter I: Front Matter

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Rising Wolf
The White Blackfoot

RISING WOLF
THE WHITE BLACKFOOT

HUGH MONROE'S STORY OF HIS
FIRST YEAR ON THE PLAINS

BY
JAMES WILLARD SCHULTZ

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
BY FRANK E. SCHOONOVER

BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1919

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 252
_From a photograph_

_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

RISING WOLF

THE WHITE BLACKFOOT