XXVIII
THE FIRST IMMIGRANTS 1842
TT was September, 1842. Dr. Whitman was talking * Cayuse at the top of his voice, directing his Indians, when he caught sight of a small pack-train. "'T is early for the Shoshonie brigade." Shading his eyes to scan more closely "No, there 's not a red belt nor a Canadian cap among them. They are not trappers. They are not Indians."
"Why, Marcus, see those women! They must be immigrants! "cried Mrs. Whitman at the door. With three bounds Dr. Whitman cleared garden, field, and irrigating ditch. Mrs. Whitman flew to greet these women who had followed her to the farthest West. Fifty men, a dozen women, with children in their arms, sat upon their jaded horses.
"Where are your wagons?" was Dr. Whitman's first inquiry.
"Broke them up for pack-saddles on Green River. The rest are at Fort Hall. The Hudson's Bay agent told us no wagon could cross the Blue Mountains."
"Left your wagons? All a mistake, all a mistake. Come in, come in," said Dr. Whitman, hurriedly, helping the women down. "Any accidents by the way? "
"None, barring that our two lawyers here were captured by the Indians and we had to buy th
