Part 17 (1/2)

”I wish we could see it all!” grumbled Jesse, again.

”You can see it all now, Jess,” said his uncle, ”better than you could if you plugged up its stream without looking at a map or book. And even if you did look at both, you've got to see the many different periods the old Missouri has had in its history, and balance one against the other.

”Dates are not of so much importance, but reasons for great changes are important. If I had to select just one date in Western history, do you know what that would be?”

”Eighteen hundred and four, when our men started up with the flag!” said Rob.

Uncle d.i.c.k shook his head.

”Eighteen hundred and six, when they got back,” ventured Jesse.

”No.”

”Eighteen hundred and forty-eight, when they found gold in California!”

said John.

”No! Great years, yes, and the discovery of gold was a great event in changing all the country. But to the man who really has studied all the story of the Missouri River, I believe that the year 1836 was about the pivotal date. And it only marks the invention of the silk hat! But that year the plow began to take the place of the steel trap in the way of making a living in the West. That was the year, I might say, when the mystery and romance of the unknown West found their end, and the day began of what we call business and civilization.

”That's all. Go to bed, fellows. Our friend has been most kind to us, and we have to get him a good breakfast in the morning, since he must leave us then.”

The Mandan friend rose and put out his hand. ”I want to thank you, sir,”

he said. ”I'm in your debt. I wish my own boys were along with this party.”

The next day they parted and the young Alaskans were speeding west by rail, making the great jump of about six hundred miles, between the mouth of the Yellowstone and the Great Falls of the Missouri.

CHAPTER XVIII

WHERE THE ROAD FORKED

”Well, fellows,” began Rob, ”this is a place I've always wanted to see.

I've read about old Fort Benton many a time. Now, here we are!”

The little party stood curiously regarding an old and well-nigh ruined square structure of sun-dried brick, not far from which lay yet more dilapidated remnants of what once had been the walls and buildings of an old abode inclosure. They were on their third day out from the mouth of the Yellowstone River, having come by rail, and were spending the day at Fort Benton, between the junction point of Havre and the modern city of Great Falls.

”There's not much of it left,” scoffed Jesse. ”I don't call this so much of a fort. You could pretty near push over all that's left of it.”

”Not so, Jess,” replied Rob, the older of the three boys. ”Nothing can push over the walls of old Fort Benton! It has foundations in history.”

”Oh, history!” said Jesse. ”That's all right. But I'm sore we didn't run the river up from Buford. Just when we hit some wild stuff, we take the cars! Besides, we might have seen some white bears or some bighorn sheep.”

John smiled at Jesse. ”Not a chance, Jess,” said he, ”though it's true we have jumped over what was the most interesting country we had struck till then--castles and towers and walls and fortresses; and as you say, plenty of game. Tell him about it, Uncle d.i.c.k. He's grouching.”

Uncle d.i.c.k smiled and put his hand on Jesse's curly head. ”No, he isn't,” said he. ”He just isn't satisfied with jack rabbits where there used to be grizzlies and bighorns. I don't blame him.

”Yet to the east of us, to the end of the river at Buford, to the south along the Yellowstone, and on all the great rivers that the cowmen used for range--along the Little Missouri and the Musselsh.e.l.l and the Judith and countless other streams whose names you have heard--lay the greatest game country the world ever saw, the best outdoor country in the world!

”This was the land of the Wild West Indian and buffalo days, so wild a country that it never lived down its reputation. Buffalo, antelope, and elk ranged in common in herds of hundreds of thousands, while in the rough sh.o.r.es of the river lived countless bighorns, hundreds of grizzlies, and a like proportion of buffalo and antelope as well, not to mention the big wolves and other predatories. Yes, a great wilderness it was!”