'T^T^ ^ w o c Q o n o n o o o o o o f^*{i><^*^»t^^^^^»^^*^ ./?> >{^ ^Q n"2) >^-'2> >j>' -P -ft -{!> '1^ '^ ^WN^VN^WVWWVVS^^R^N^y S^^ (^t «^Oil[i «^. irf, ^'« H^ ^jt ^> '^^ ^ ^1 'S^'"^ '5^'* ^. ^■: ^"1^ A hbl, stx PZ 3.P428B Buckskin Mose 3 T1S3 D0^^fl^7^ ? E3 A.i^'^' s BUCKSKIIN" MOSE; OK, LIFE FROM THE LAKES TO THE PACIFIC, AS AOrrOK, CIRCTJS-RIDEIR, DETECTIVE, Rj^JST- «^^ETi, GS-OLD-r>IG^GrE:R, IIN^DI^lsr SCOTJT, J^Njy G-XJIIDE. WRITTEN BY HIIVISELF. 'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Thon are dreamt of in your philosophy," — HAMLET. EDITED, AND WITH ILLUSTRATIONS, By C. G. ROSENBERG. NEW YORK WORTHINGTON CO., 747 BROADWAY PREFACE. As a young author, although scarcely what the world would consider a young man, I should scarcely feel inclined to say a word in presenting this volume to it, were it not that I wish the public to comprehend one of the two reasons which have induced me to write it. As it would be idle, even for a man of decided literary genius, to deny that pecuniary profit is, iu most instances, the incentive to the exercise of his power, so, in a humbler f asliion (for I consider myself a man of no genius), I will scarcely amrm that I do not look with a degree of longing on the possible suc- cess of my first effort. Let me, however, frankly say that 1 have another and a stronger reason for writing this work. While hoping that I have not thrust this into undue promi- nence, as I have, in every case, made it secondary \o the facts which are detailed, it is my wish to demonstrate to the pul^lic of the United States, that the manner in which the Government pro- tects the settler is neither good for him nor for the Indian. It must equally fail in satisfying its children and its vassals. At times, it leaves the first totally unprotected. When they grow accustomed to the habit of self-i^rotection, it not infrequently represses the sturdy independence thus begotten, instead of guid- ing it by the ability, wisdom, and honesty of its appointed offi- cials. In like manner, it has no settled course of policy with the latter. At one time it bribes, and at another, it lashes them into subjection. Perhaps, the settler is not entirely elevated in character, nor the Indian thoroughly debased. But this wavering and uncertain line of policy cannot do otherwise than lower the nature of the first, while it certainly cannot raise that of the last. That one considers his Government as weak and capricious, while this one believes it to be both tyrannical and asinine. In addition to this, those who are selected to command the troops employed in the neighborhood of the Reservations, or to act as Indian Agents, are, in nine cases out of tea, utterly igiio- 6 PREFACE. rant of the nature of the savage with whom they have to deal, the character of the country in which they have to move ; and, in the latter position, not infrequently deficient in one of the cardinal virtues — that of honesty. In this last case, the) will not only dis- gust the settler, but enrage the savage, who, on the score of his own dishonesty and treachery, is far less disposed ~to smile at these vices in others, when he himself suffers from their exercise. Tlie false philanthropy, also, is deeply injurious, which believes in the possibility of guiding uneducated nature without a due degree of compulsory restriction . If in mentioning these few points in relation to the dealings of our Government with t]ie white settler and the red-skin, I awaken the attention of the public to the real obstacles for the preserva- tion of a steady and creditable peace on the Indian territory and in the Resei'vations, without the complete extermination of the original inhabitants of my country, I shall be satisfied. ISTor do I feel that I have said nearly as much, nor said it one-tenth as strongly, as the necessity for plain siDcaking might have justified me in doing. Before concluding, I would, however, call attention to one por- tion of my volume which, without corroborative proof, might cause considerable doul)t as to my veracity. This is my positive mention of the existence of Masonry, of my own knowledge, among the Cheyennes, and by hearsay from them, among other Western tribes. If I am right, it was in 1854, that Judge Harrison, of Red Bluffs, in California, with his wife and children, was caj^tured by the Cheyennes. Like myself, he was a Mason, and was indebted to that circumstance for the liberation of himself and his family. This he told me in Susanville, where he afterwards died. When he mentioned this circumstance to me, he showed me a war-club presented to him, which was almost identical in its decorative carv- ing vv^ith my own, and which is now, or lately was, in the pos- session of his widow. Nor have I any reason to doubt that there may be others now living, who have also been indebted, for a sim- ilar immunity, to the fact of their belonging to the Masonic ©rder. While touching upon this, I might also mention that Peter Las- sen, kiUed l3y the Indians, at Black Rock, in 1859, was the first Mason who carried a Charter to, and founded the first Masonic Lodge, on the Pacific coast. Peace be with tlie old man's ashes. ILLUSTRATIONS. FAGI How I SOLD Pop-corn 16 My Capture of Jackson 31 Spotting a Counterfeiter 34 A SECOND Offer op Marriage 63 My first Appearance in Susanville 92 A Struggle for Life 125 The Monuivient erected to Peter Lassen in Honey Lake Valley 102 Being requested to change Trees 119 Bound to the Stake 140 An unexpected Ally 155 Clo-ke-ta's Warning 222 Taking Payment 249 CHAPTER I. My First Experience iisr the Circus — An Accident anb l Change op Calling — Family Affection — Pop-corn — A Lit- tle Cheek, and a Great Deal of Dismay— Success as a Dealer in Grain— Being an Actor— Caught Again— Blood, and its Consequences — Bailed Out, and In Again — The Good-natured Irishman — Change op Venue — Aj!^other Profession. Actor, trapper, scout, gold-digger, and guide, my life, very unlike that of most of my readers, has been one of plenty of change and adventure, but certainly not of money -making. They say " A rolling stone gathers no moss." I have had good reason to feel this proverbial truth, having been a wanderer on the face, if not of this earth, at all events, of this continent. My earliest recollection, which is worth my own remembrance, is a decidedly unpleasant one. Vfhen no more than eight years of age I was connected with the Circus of Dan Rice. JSTecessarily, I was a Yery unimportant member of it ; and not feeling that it was in every respect what I thought a circus-life ought to be, I took it into my head to ran away from it. Before I had covered sufficient ground to get out of the agent's reach, he caught me, and I had the gratification of being very well and soundly flogged. The smart of this judicial visitation upon my skin still recurs to me at times, and renders the locality in Kentucky, where the flogging took place, a very sore spot in my memory. T consequently will not name it. 10 BUCKSKIN MOSE. In spite of this escapade, I gradually became a pro ficient in bare-back riding, vaulting, on the slack-rope and in the trapeze-performance, excelling all the boys attached to the circus, and in consequence became the pet of Old Dan, with whom I remained for three years. My youthful ambition to shine in this career was, how^- ever, brought to an untimely close. An uncle of mine discovered me on the Mississippi, and immediately wrote to my father, who, at the time I left home, had been the landlord of the United States Hotel in Ga- lena. Making a somevrhat wrathful pilgrimage in search of his missiug offspring, he caught up with me at some small place in Kentucky, reclaimed me from the vocation of my choice, and after taking me home and chastising me in a truly parental fashiou, bound me out as an apprentice to the village blacksmith. It would be needless to say, that the forge was by no means as pleasant an occupation, to my youthful mind, as the daring life on the sawdust of the arena. Some six months after, I forgot the parental scourge, and wrote a lettei* to the manager of Older and Orton's Circus, which was then performiug at Portage City, TTisconsin. What sort of a letter it was, I can now scarcely tell. But my education had not been remarkable in its extent, and it may bo presumed the orthograph}^ as well as the calligraphy, possibly, astonished him who received it. If so, he never mentioned the fact to me, but returned me a favorable answer. Consequently, I once more made tracks, and joined them for the season. Here I was so successful, and became such a general favo]'ite, that I received the offer of a star-engagement Trom Levi JSTorth, with whom I remained until an injury BUCKSKIN MOSE. 11 received on tlie occasion of mj benefit, in the execution of an nnusnally daring feat of horsemansliip, brought on.r connection to an end. The company were obliged to leave me behind them in Chicago. My recovery was slow and tedious. Although my professional brethren displayed great kindness to me, in every way, the means I had made, even with their as- sistance, were insufficient for my needs. Once or twice, I thought of writing to my relatives in Galena. The supposable wrath of my paternal proprietor, however, deterred me from doing so. The shiver of filial fear at his retributive justice induced me to make an effort to support myself in a new field. This was in a grocery store at the corner of Randolph and Deer- borne streets, kept by a man named Martin. It Vv^as a widely different sphere of exertion from that in which my previous employment had been cast, as well as one even more different from that in which I was after- wards to make my mark. Often, since, I have laughed over this period of my life. In the Forge and the Cir- cus, I had learnt much which miglit fit me for my fut- ure. But, it is somewhat curious for Buckskin Mose ever to have figured in peddling or carrying out tea and sugar, potted fruits and w^hiskey, with other such necessaries and luxuries, from a corner-groceiy. But I was not destined to continue at this work for any length of time. One day, a fire occurred on the premises, and in endeavoring to rescue a keg of brandy from the flames, I slipped upon the ice in front of the store — it was then midwinter — and broke my arm. This untoward accident threw me again out of em- ployment, and I remember my angry feelings while the doctor was placing my maimed limb in splints, and 1 12 BUCKSKIN MOSE. was thinking what I could do for a living. Some few days after, when, worn out by the suffering and con- pulsory inaction consequent upon this accident, I was wandering through the streets, I stumbled upon another uncle of mine. He was one of the millionnaires of Chicago. As many men have grown rich by the sudden growth of the cities in wliich they live, rather than by their own efforts, he had gained his dollars. But in doing so, he had for- gotten his love for those who bore his name. At any rate, he had done so for me, as far as extending me any helping hand in my immediate necessity. " You must work, n^y boy ! Only see what I liave done. No friends assisted me. I began at the lowest rung of the ladder, and now I am pretty well off in the world. God bless you ! " Then he tapped me on the shoulder in a benevolent manner, and walked on, never thinking of assisting the beneficence he had asked to bless me. But I had to live. With my broken arm, what was there left for me to attempt? Davy Crockett mentions the shell-corn business at one period of his eventful life, as having suggested itself to him. Why sliould not I become a pop-corn merchant in a humble approach to the calling the hero of Kentucky had once followed. But, to my intense disgust, on diligent inquiry, I could find no pop-corn in the whole of Chicago, whether for love or money, save in one store. The amount de- manded for this was thirty dollars. Of the last article mentioned above — money — I had none. Of the first, I liad plenty. Bat this was not a circulating medium. As, with my unlamed hand, I was scraping my forehead in the hope of exhuming an idea, I looked up and BUCKSKIN MOSE. 13 found myself in front of a grocery store. Its owner was standing behind the counter. His face wore a benevo- lent and kindly expression. At no time in my life, from that in which I ran away from Dan Rice's Circns, have I been long in forming a determination. So I walked in, and asked him for the loan of the money, with which I intended to monopolize the pop-corn trade. '' Thirty dollars ! " he exclaimed. lie was profoundly astonished, and on reflection, I am compelled to say, well he might be. " That's the exact sum I want," was my answer. "Eut, young fellow! you're an entire stranger to me." "So you are to me," I undauntedly replied. "I don't know you from Adam or any other fellow. But I like your face, and so, if you want a lift, I don't mind taking you with me into the pop-corn business." He smiled. His smile was indeed a full-fed and jolly laugh. " Well ! " he said, " upon my word, I rather like your fi*ank cheek. We'll go and see about it." The result of the inquiries of Mr. Dobbs, the grocer in question, was that he not only advanced me the money to purchase the whole stock, but allowed me to store the corn in his own establishment. At the time it did not strike me as being so, but was doubtless the result of a sagacious forethought, as, should I fail in keeping my daily accounts square, he could easily fore- close on my stock-in-trade. Be this as it may, Mr. Dobbs did more for me. All well-reo^ulated communi- ties indulge in the licensing business — to a greater or less extent. So did, and probably does, Chicago. The unlicensed sale of pop-corn would have been a risky af- 14 BUCKSKIN MOSE. fair. "When he told me this, uy face fell. How was 1 to get a license. Mr. Dobbs was equal to the emergency on this occa- sion, also. " Come along with me to the Mayor." It was the first occasion on Avhich I had ever stood in the actual presence of such a high civic dignitary. The introduction was an era in my life. It would have been in that of any boy. The reader may therefore imagine that my equanimity, which my new friend had thought proper to denominate " cheek," felt somewhat abashed, as the magistrate looked up from his desk, and gazing, as I fancied, sternly at me, said : " What is the matter now, Mr. Dobbs ? " " Mr. Mayor," responded Mr. Dobbs, '' I wish to intro- duce to you a young friend of mine, who wishes to take out a license to sell pop-corn." " It will be a hundred and fifty dollars." I looked from the Mayor to my new friend. One hundred and fifty dollars ! Where was the money to come from ? I never before felt so near whimpering. Yery certainly, I have never since. My boyhood must be remembered, as an apology for this tendency on my part. I was unable, in the extremity of my trouble, to ntter a word of entreaty. " He has no money, Mr. Mayor ! " answered Mr. Dobbs. " So you must deal as kindly as possible with him." The magistrate laughed, not at what my friend had laid, but at my painful look of dismay. Mr. Dobbs also chuckled sliglitly. Then the Mayor observed : " I will see what can be done for tte lad. He seems a bright young fellow." BUCKSKIN MOSE. 15 After saying tliis, he named the most liberal terms tji' tlie license, and when it was made ont by his clerk and Mr. Dobbs had paid for it, with a very low bow, I turned to leave the office. At this moment a gentle- man entered, whom the Mayor introduced to my bene- factor. After doing so, he was beginning to mention what 1 had come to him for, wdien the new-comer turned to me, saying : " Why, I know this yonng lad. He is my nephew." The Mayor gazed at me and Mr. Dobbs, with some considerable surprise, as he ejaculated : "Indeed!" I felt that my face had crimsoned up to the very roots of my hair, but my reply was prompt and very bitter : " You are entirely wrong, sir 1 " It was impossible for me to avoid recalling the fact that he had not made me tlie slightest offer of assistance, while my generous benefactor had not only loaned me money, but given me some three hours of his time — the last, possibly, being the greatest amount of kindness. " How ? " said my uncle, knitting his brows. " Are not you the son of Mr. , of Galena ? " "Yes." " And you were born there ? " " Of course, I was." " Your father had a brother in this city ? " " I know he had." " Then, I am that brother and your uncle. You know it, for you spoke to me only yesterday." " Did I ? " was my angry exclamation. M.'iking another bow to the Mayor, I turned and it) JUlCKyKlN MUSE. walked out, leaving my disgusted uncle to stare, and, if he was given to profanity, to swear after me. The pop-corn business, so strangely commenced, grew and prospered. From my one small basket, it gradu- ally extended itself. At last a regiment — or rather one small company of boys — with cans containing it, with the name of " Mose " painted on them, strapped upon their shoulders, sold pop-corn in tlie streets, the cars, the theatres, and the hotels. Why or how I came to take the name of "Mose," it is perhaps difficult to say. But I had commenced life in the Circns, when the " Mose " of Clmnfrau was an universally quoted name throughout the country. It had been my name on the bills w^ith Dan Rice, Older and Orton, and Levi I^orth. Remaining in my memory, it probably stuck to me when I embarked in my new calling. Comparative wealth seemed to be pouring in on me. In a measure, I w^as becoming not only a lad of means, but somewhat locally celebrated under the name of my adoption. To account for my rapidly gaining money, it must be remembered that one bushel of shelled, makes eleven of popped corn. My profits were consequently in pro- portion, even if the whole trade of Chicago, in tliia thriftily manufactured commodity, had not been in my liands. With the termination of my winter's sale of pop-corn which closed, I may state, with gratification, with as much gain for the good Mr. Dobbs as for myself, I had again to think of employment. Luckily, the results of ^y two accidents were now entirely healed, and although 1 could scarcely have risked appearing yet ir the circus, I saw no reason to preclude me from going behind the I^UCKSKIN MOSE. 17 foo! lights. After some difficulty, theatricals being less (>•. erstocked then, than now, I obtained an engagement at Eice's, latterly known as MacYicker's Theatre. It was here decided that comic business was my " line," and the public, not unnaturally, were more than kind to one whom pop-corn had made a sort of favorite. However, it was not until the following winter that a positive success rewarded me in my new profession. I had been offered an engagement by Langrish and At- water, of Wisconsin, and accepted it. This was when I had nearly reached the rawly ripe) age of sixteen. These managers gave me every chance of displaying what talent I chanced to have. ISTot only were such parts as Bagged Pat and the Irish Tutor intrusted to me, but I shone also with, I now suspect, a somewhat doubtful light in '^ The Flying Dutchman," " The Spec- tre Bridegroom," "Nick of the Woods," and "Ten Nights in a Bar-room." Irishman, Dutchman, Cockney, Yorkshireman, and Yankee all came indifferently to my share. Bright visions of future reputation as a legitimate actor began to rise upon me ; but at the close of this season, the difficulty of procuring another engagement forced me to become a theatrical Arab in Yankee Simpson's travelling company. After a brief wandering under their tent, I dissolved my connection with it, and returned to my last year's Eldorado — Chicago. The reason for my taking this step, it is unnecessary to put in print. The theatrical profession will readily divin-e it, when they are told that shortly after, I formed a not unimportant member of a joint-stock travelling company, which for the next six months ran throuMi Illinois and Wisconsin. ^7o had 18 BUCKSKIN MOSE. readied Racine, in the latter State, when onr co-operative speculation came to a sudden end. One morning, on quitting our virtuous couches, we found that the bed on which our treasurer reposed had not been tenanted. The vagabond had " absquatulated " with the whole of the joint-stock funds. Here was a situation for the future Forrests, Placides, Broughams, and Jeffersons of the American stage — for, as such, we considered ourselves. We were "dead broke." Four of these budding reputations. Wolf, Sam Ryan, McManus, and myself, were tendered by the tender- hearted public a Benefit, to rescue us from our finan- cial difficulties. It need scarcely be said with what a buoyant sense of gratitude its pecuniary results were received by us. Once more, I struck for Chicago. It was in a bee- line. It need scarcely be explained that I, at any rate, was heartily sick of the joint-stock travelling business in' theatricals. Here, old Dan Emmett, of Emmett's Yarieties, in Randolph Street, Chicago, gave me a short engagement, after the close of Avhich I accompanied Maggie Mitch- ell to Milwaukie, where I played with that lady at the Academy of Music. The engagement had been for Miss Mitchell most successful, when one evening my horror may be imag- ined at seeing the face of my father among the au- dience in front of the scenes. For the moment, I felt as if I should be glad to see the stage open, and sink through it. My tongue seemed cleaving to the roof of \ny mouth. How I .