rossing the Divide at Lemhi Pass! Tell us where they found the
village."

"Well, sir, that was beyond the Lemhi Pass, up in there, thirty miles
from here, about. They'd been traveling, all right. Now that was August
12th, and on August 13th they were over, and had their first drink of
'chaste and icy water out a Columbia river head spring.' And all the
while, back of us, poor old Clark and his men were dragging the boats up
the chaste and icy waters of the Jefferson.

"Now that day they got into rough country, other side; but they didn't
care, because that day they saw two women and a man. They run off, too,
and Lewis was 'soar' again; but all at once they ran plumb into three
more--one an old woman, one a young woman, and one a kid. The young
woman runs off. Now you ought to seen Cap. Lewis make friends with them
people.

"He gives them some beads and awls and some paint. Drewyer don't know
their language, but he talks sign talk. He gets the old girl to call the
young woman back. She comes back. Lewis gives her some things, too. He
paints up their cheeks with the vermilion paint. From that time he had
those womenfolks, young and old, feeding from the hand.

"So now they all start out for the village, which Lewis knew was not far
away. Sure enough, they meet about sixty braves riding down the trail;
and I reckon if Meriwether Lewis ever felt like stealing horses, it was
then.

"Now the women showed their paint and awls and things. Lewis pulls up
his shirt sleeve and shows his white skin. The chief gets down and hugs
him, though that was the first white man they'd ever met in their lives.
Then they had a smoke, like long-lost brothers. Then they went back to
the Indian camp, four miles. Then Lewis allows something to eat would go
fine, but old Cameahwait, the head man, hands him a few berries and
choke cherries, which was all they had to eat. You see, this band was
working east now, in the fall, to better hunting range--they had only
bows and arrows.

"Lewis sends Drewyer and Shields out to kill some meat. The old chief
makes a sand map for Lewis, but says he can't get through, that
way--meaning down the Salmon River, west of the Divide. Anyhow, they'd
have no boats, for the timber was no good. So horses begin to look still
better to Lewis.

"They had a good party, but nothing to eat, and the Indians were scared
when he got them to know there were more white men back of him, on the
east side the hill. He couldn'