"Yes, she's going."
For Sa-ca-ja-we-a was. She preferred the white men to her own people.
"Sa-ca-ja-we-a will go. She wants to see the big water," she had said.
All were pleased that Sa-ca-ja-we-a, the Bird-woman, would take little Toussaint and continue on with them to the Pacific Ocean.
On the last day of August there was a general breaking up at the village. The Sho-sho-nes under Chief Ca-me-ah-wait rode east over the pass which is to-day Lemhi Pass of the east fringe of the Bitter Root Mountains, to hunt the buffalo on the plains of the Missouri. With twenty-seven horses and one mule the white chiefs' company, guided by the old Sho-sho-ne and his four sons, set out in quest of the Columbia and the Pacific.
The men named the old guide "Toby."
