"I t'ank you, capitaine," he replied. "But in San Loui' I haf no 'quaintance, I would haf no means of makin' my support. I mus' stay here, where I am known."
So everybody bid goodby to John Colter, to Chaboneau, Sa-ca-ja-we-a, and little Toussaint, now nineteen months old.
"Good luck!" to John.
Five hundred dollars in wages, and the blacksmith tools, to Chaboneau.
To Sa-ca-ja-we-a the captains said:
"The nation of the United States will not forget Sa-ca-ja-we-a, the Bird-woman, who never complained, who carried her baby clear to the Pacific Ocean, who made friends for us wherever she went, and who helped us across the Rock Mountains."
Sa-ca-ja-we-a wept.
At the village of Sha-ha-ka, the Big White, the chief was found sitting surrounded by weeping women, and taking a final smoke with his relatives and friends. They all feared that they never should see him again. To them, it was a long, dangerous journey for him to take. Chief Le Borgne of the Minnetarees requested that the white chiefs take good care of Big White. And they solemnly promised.
The canoes were lashed together two and two, in order to be steadier and to travel faster. Big White and his wife and child stepped aboard the pirogue. Jessaume and his wife and two children were to accom-
