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BAD HEARTS
Work, work, work! Through this the month of
September, 1804, the boats had been toiling on up the
sluggish Missouri River, in the present State of South
Dakota. With the rains, the winds, and the shallows,
everybody, even the captains, was wet all the day,
from hauling on the tow-ropes, in and out of the water.
The weather turned cold and raw. Shelters of deer hides were stretched over the two pirogues, and in the camps the men made themselves hide coats and leggins and moccasins. Patrick and old Cruzatte together fitted Peter with a buckskin suit that felt much better to him than his other, clumsy garments.
After having been gone over two weeks, George Shannon appeared at last, riding through the rain, with only one horse. He had been lost, and had almost starved, and the other horse had broken down. All were glad to see George again.
But where, now, were the Teton Sioux? George reported that he had seen none.
The last week in September a great smoke was sighted in the distance; and that night three Indian boys swam the river, to enter the camp. They were Tetons, from two villages a few miles above.
"Give them some tobacco," directed Captain Lewis.
