The shrewd captain knew his own interests too well the farther away from Spanish interference the better.
"He will hold the American invaders in check," said Alvarado to himself.
"I can ally the Americans with myself," said the sagacious Captain Sutter.
Unlimited wealth seemed at his command. Up the Sacramento his heavy-laden schooners ploughed their way through the virgin waters. At the mouth of the Rio de los Americanos Sutter's adobe fort was built, on the general plan of Fort Vancouver. Forty Indians in uniform made up the garrison. Two Indian sentinels paced ever before the gate. Twelve cannon were mounted on the bastions, the gates were defended by heavy artillery through portholes pierced in the walls. Out of deer-fat, beaver, and wild grape brandy the captain expected to make a fortune. He bought stock and ploughed fields for wheat, and in that sleepy lotus-land of Spain the energetic captain bade fair to accomplish all that he desired.
When Andre Charlefoux guided back his boat brigade in autumn two Catholic priests came from Canada.
"Drive away those naked Indians," cried the shocked Blanchet at the Dalles. "Drive away those Indians, Charlefoux."
The laughing guidesman tossed his hair.
"Holy father, you come to civilize Indian. Oregon Indian have no clothe. If you no want to see him that way you better turn back home."
But Blanchet stayed and became a famous bishop of the Northwest.
