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392 TUMULTUOUS TERMINATION OF THE TREATY.<br />

the camp and made a long speech, at the end of which he<br />

ordered all hands, men and women, to saddle and load instantly;<br />

but most of them were already prepared to depart,<br />

and only awaited his orders to march. The sun was about<br />

an hour high, when, in the greatest hurry, bustle, and confusion,<br />

the women saddled and loaded their horses as fast<br />

as possible, and began to file off by the route we came.<br />

By this time the men had become still more excited ; everyone<br />

was armed and on horseback, with a ball in his mouth<br />

;<br />

haranguing went on throughout the camp ; the horses were<br />

neighing and prancing impatiently, and instant battle<br />

threatened.<br />

The women being all at some distance, Le Borgne ordered<br />

the men off and desired us to keep close by him. We all<br />

moved in a body, without any regular form of marching, and<br />

our horses at a slow walk. We were accompanied by the<br />

main body of the Schians, who mixed with our party and<br />

did not appear in the least afraid of our superior numbers,<br />

but with fierce countenances rode up to the most tumultuous<br />

of our party and vociferated to them with many significant<br />

signs and gestures. We really expected every moment<br />

to see some of them strike a fatal blow, and thus precipitate<br />

the conflict, as they certainly pushed our party to the last<br />

extremity. I could not help admiring the conduct of our<br />

commander-in-chief, Le Borgne ; in all this tumult he said<br />

very little, and appeared quite unconcerned ; but I observed<br />

he was always upon his<br />

guard, and that no Schian personally<br />

insulted him.<br />

I was anxious to purchase one of their horses which had<br />

struck my fancy ;<br />

he was a beautiful pied stallion four years<br />

old, the most spirited and swiftest beast I ever saw in the<br />

North West. The owner had promised him to me at the<br />

high price I offered, but as several Big Bellies also wanted<br />

him, and the owner wished to prevent jealousy, he desired<br />

me to keep up the payment until the moment I left, when<br />

he would deliver the horse. During the commotion in<br />

camp I went to him with my goods and demanded the

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