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The Perilous West Ramsay Crooks and Robert McClellan John Hoback, Jacob Reznor, and Edward Robinson Pierre and Marie Dorion The Perilous West Seven Amazing Explorers and the Founding of the Oregon Trail Larry E. Morris ROWMAN & LITTLEFIELD PUBLISHERS, INC. Lanham • Boulder • New York • Toronto • Plymouth, UK Published by Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc. A wholly owned subsidiary of The Rowman & Littlefield Publishing Group, Inc. 4501 Forbes Boulevard, Suite 200, Lanham, Maryland 20706 www.rowman.com 10 Thornbury Road, Plymouth PL6 7PP, United Kingdom Copyright © 2013 by Rowman & Litlefield Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote passages in a review. British Library Cataloguing in Publication Information Available Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Morris, Larry E. The perilous West : seven amazing explorers and the founding of the Oregon Trail / Larry E. Morris. pages cm. Includes bibliographical references and index. ISBN 978-1-4422-1112-4 (cloth : alkaline paper) — ISBN 978-1-4422-1114-8 (ebook) 1. Oregon National Historic Trail—Discovery and exploration. 2. Oregon National Historic Trail— Description and travel. 3. Explorers—Oregon National Historic Trail—Biography. 4. Explorers— West (U.S.)—Biography. 5. West (U.S.)—Discovery and exploration. 6. West (U.S.)—Description and travel. 7. West (U.S.)—History—To 1848. I. Title. F880.M67 2012 978'.01—dc23 2012032260 The paper used in this publication meets the minimum requirements of American National Standard for Information Sciences Permanence of Paper for Printed Library Materials, ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992. Printed in the United States of America “The feelings of that night were so near that I could reach out and touch them with my hand. I had the sense of coming home to myself, and of having found out what a little circle man’s experience is. For Ántonia and for me, this had been the road of Destiny; had taken us to those early accidents of fortune which predetermined for us all that we can ever be. Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.” —Willa Cather, My Ántonia Acknowledgments During my final year of work on this project, I lost three good friends— Matt Brown, Brent Petersen, and Matt Smith. This book is dedicated to their memory. The editors at Rowman & Littlefield have been great to work with. Thanks to Niels Aaboe, Sarah David, Carrie Broadwell-Tkach, Jon Sisk, Darcy Evans, Benjamin Verdi, and Karen Ackermann. Thanks to the archivists and staff at the Family History Library, Salt Lake City; Brigham Young University Harold B. Lee Library and L. Tom Perry Special Collections, Provo; the State Historical Society of Missouri, Columbia; the Missouri History Museum, St. Louis; the Filson Historical Society, Louisville; the Kentucky State Archives, Frankfort; the Kentucky Historical Society, Frankfort; the Wisconsin Historical Society, Madison; the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum, Springfield; and the Baker Library, Harvard Graduate School of Business Administration. Thanks to the Charles Redd Center for Western Studies for funding part of the research associated with this book. Thanks to the many historians who researched these seven remarkable individuals in the past—especially Washington Irving, a tireless researcher and a mighty fine writer. I appreciate the support of a whole host of folks, particularly Robin Russell, Bill Read, Russ and Cindy Taylor, Rachel and Taeh Osborne, Ron Anglin, Jay Buckley, and Jim Hardee. It has been a particular pleasure to attend the Fur Trade Symposiums held every two years in such historic locations as Three Forks, Montana, and Pinedale, Wyoming. The Museum of the Mountain Man in Pinedale and its parent organization, the Sublette County Historical Society, have done a wonderful job of finding and preserving the history of the Western fur trade. Most of all, I appreciate the support of my wife, Deborah, and our family— Whitney, Justin, Jen, Elliot, Liam, Courtney, Adam, Isaac, Tahlia, Charles, Tiffani, and Margo. In a series of memorable trips, Deborah and I followed the Astorians along the Wind River, the Teton River, Henry’s Fork, the Snake River, the Columbia, Bear River, the south fork of the Snake, the Hoback River, and the Sweetwater, but there was nothing quite like seeing the mouth of the Walla Walla River, where Marie Dorion and her sons were rescued. Prologue “The Timely Arrival of This Poor Unfortunate Woman” On the morning of April 17, 1814, seventy-six well-armed men in ten canoes fought their way up what William Clark called “the great Columbia River,” contending with the “strong and rapid” current as they ventured into the Rocky Mountains from the Pacific coast. They had embarked two weeks earlier from Astoria, a trading post at the mouth of the Columbia named after the renowned fur magnate John Jacob Astor, America’s first millionaire, who had funded the enterprise—but who would never see the settlement. The War of 1812 and the sale of Astoria to Canada’s North West Company had compelled these voyagers, some accompanied by Indian wives and children, to return to their home base in Montreal. They faced the daunting task of ascending the Columbia north into present British Columbia and then winding their way east across the continent, enduring cold, illness, injury, and hunger while infrequently replenishing their supplies at a smattering of trading houses as they paddled the Canoe, Athabasca, North Saskatchewan, Winnipeg, French, and Ottawa Rivers and a host of lakes, including Lake Superior. They would reach their homes early in September, but only after they had made an endless series of troublesome portages—one in neck-high icy water—scaled a series of snowy mountain passes, and lost two of their number to the white water of the Athabasca.[1] The Astorians were well underway by 8:00 a.m. as they journeyed through the “Great Plains of the Columbia,” in present-day southeastern Washington, an area quite unlike the region of lush forests near the coast. They could see “nothing but bare hills” in the distance, with hardly a shrub or a patch of grass visible. Steep cliffs, some two hundred feet high, rose on both sides of the tremendous river, nearly a thousand yards wide at this point. The barren plains had yielded no game, and the group was subsisting on “extremely lean” horses and dogs purchased from Indians. Then, near the mouth of the “meandering Walla Walla, a beautiful little river, lined with weeping willows,” they saw “three canoes, the [Indians] in which were struggling with their paddles to overtake” them. Determined to be on their way—and concluding their pursuers were simply curiosity-seekers—the Astorians “paid little heed,” not breaking their resolute rhythm as they plied their oars. But then a child’s voice cried out, “Arretez donc, arretez donc!” (“Stop, stop!”) and the men promptly put ashore and waited. Most of them were French-Canadian, and the sound of a child calling to them in French had sparked their concern.[2] The landing of the fleet made for a noisy, chaotic scene, with bearded, buckskin-clad boatmen yelling instructions as the oversized canoes—five of birch bark and five of cedar wood, all ten brimming with people and supplies— crowded the rocky shoreline, their sails lowered. The armada totaled ninety passengers, and most of them glanced back for a glimpse of the enfant who had called out to them. Then, as the Indians manning the three smaller canoes approached, the Astorians were shocked to see Marie Dorion, the Iowa Indian wife of the well-traveled hunter and interpreter Pierre Dorion Jr., and her two young boys.[3] Seven months earlier, in July of 1813, Marie and her husband and sons had departed Astoria with a small group of trappers bound for Idaho’s Snake River country to “join there the hunters left by Messrs. Hunt and Crooks, near Fort Henry, and to secure horses and provisions for [the] journey” back to St. Louis.[4] The hunters they were seeking included three men Marie knew well —John Hoback, Jacob Reznor, and Edward Robinson, three Kentuckians now in the seventh year of their Western sojourn. As for Dorion and his family, they had plunged westward in 1811 with five score men under the command of twenty-eight-year-old Wilson Price Hunt, a St. Louis merchant singled out by Astor to lead his western fur enterprise. Hunt had been assisted by two of the most fascinating personalities in the history of the early fur trade—Ramsay Crooks and Robert McClellan, unlikely partners whose names will forever be spoken in tandem: Crooks & McClellan. With Hunt’s rag- tag collection of savvy North West Company veterans; hard-drinking and hard- driving guides, interpreters, boatmen, and hunters (some French-Canadian, some American, and others Anglo-Indian); and one woman and two children, Crooks and McClellan had made the unforgettable and unforgiving odyssey from the Missouri Territory to the Pacific coast, the second group of Americans to cross from east to west, preceded only by Lewis and Clark. During that journey, Marie had earned a reputation for her impressive stamina, but now she looked wan and feeble. Several voyagers disembarked to secure a landing spot and check for rattlesnakes among the rocks and wormwood, for they had seen many snakes the previous day. A familiar stench filled the air, both from the “great quantities” of salmon, steelhead trout, and sturgeon drying on Indian scaffolds and from dead fish littering the shore. Marie Dorion’s escorts guided their craft to the edge of the water—these were the friendly Walla Walla Indians, described by one Astorian as “tall, raw-boned” men with “strong and masculine” voices, “well dressed; having all buffalo-robes, deerskin leggings, very white, . . . garnished with porcupine quills.”[5] Someone helped Marie ashore, and her two boys scrambled out of the canoe after her. She undoubtedly hoped to see friends in the group, and she was not disappointed, spotting one man after another who had traveled in Hunt’s group, with each familiar face bringing vivid memories of the interminable trek. [6] Taking full—and normal—advantage of his status as a partner in Astor’s Pacific Fur Company, Donald McKenzie sat in the lead canoe as a passenger, not an oarsman. Marie likely remembered him as a strong-willed man who had argued with Hunt as often as he supported him. But perhaps her most memorable image of McKenzie had nothing to do with commerce or status. Weeks after striking out overland from the upper Missouri River, the caravan had followed a Crow Indian trail that “led them over rough hills, and through broken gullies, during which time they suffered great fatigue from the ruggedness of the country.” Traveling in the extreme northeast corner of modern Wyoming, the group found themselves in the badlands lying between the Little Powder and Powder Rivers, their water supply suddenly vanished, the heretofore cool weather suddenly “oppressively warm.”[7] Hunt wrote that “the great heat, the bad road and the lack of water caused much suffering,” adding that “several persons were on the verge of losing courage.”[8] McKenzie’s faithful dog, which had struggled so hard to keep up, grew weaker and weaker, its eyes sunken, looking to McKenzie for help, but he had no water to give. Then the dog finally gave out, collapsing on the rocky trail, its heavy panting ceased. Louis St. Michel, one of a host of French-Canadian oarsmen, sat in another canoe, wielding a paddle and looking right at home. But Marie knew something of what he had endured. Barely a month after forging a tortuous path across the barren ravines, the overlanders fought cold and frostbite as they followed a swift river through a steep, snow-covered canyon. “One of our horses fell with his pack into the river from a height of nearly two hundred feet, but was uninjured,” Hunt wrote. The river flowed into a larger, rapid body of water they called “Mad River because of its swiftness. On its banks, and a little above the confluence, [were] situated the three peaks which we had seen [twelve days earlier].”[9] There were signs of beaver everywhere, and Marie and Pierre Dorion had watched as St. Michel and three others prepared to stay behind and trap. Enthusiastic to a man, they checked their Kentucky long rifles and made sure

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Although a host of adventurers stormed west in 1806 after Lewis and Clark’s safe return, seven of them left unique legacies because of their monumental journeys, their lionhearted spirit in the face of hardship, and the way their paths intertwined time and again. The Perilous West tells this rivet
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