stances of the shameful
transaction, and deeply vowed revenge. A Mexican gentleman, indignant
at such a cowardly deed, in the name of outraged nature and humanity,
laid the cause before a jury of Texians. The doctor was acquitted by
the Texian jury, upon the ground that the laws were not made for the
benefit of the Comanches.

The consequences may be told in a few words. One day Dr Cobbet was
found in an adjoining field stabbed to the heart and scalped. The
Indian had run away, and meeting with a party of Comanches, he related
his wrongs and his revenge. They received him again into the tribe, but
the injury was a national one, not sufficiently punished: that week
twenty-three Texians lost their scalps, and fourteen women were carried
into the wilderness, there to die in captivity.

The Comanche chief advised us to keep close to the shores of the Rio
Grande, that we might not meet with the parties of the Pawnee Loups; and
so much was he pleased with us, that he resolved to turn out of his way
and accompany us with his men some thirty miles farther, when we should
be comparatively out of danger. The next morning we started, the chief
and I riding close together and speaking of the Shoshones. We exchanged
our knives as a token of friendship, and when we parted, he assembled
all his men and made the following speech:--

"The young chief of the Shoshones is returning to his brave people
across the rugged mountains. Learn his name, so that you may tell your
children that they have a friend in Owato Wanisha. He is neither a
Shakanath (an Englishman) nor a Kishemoc Comoanak (a long knife, a
Yankee). He is a chief among the tribe of our great-grandfathers, he is
a chief, though he is very, very young."

At this moment all the warriors came, one after the other, to shake
hands with me, and when this ceremony was terminated, the chief resumed
his discourse.

"Owato Wanisha, we met as strangers, we part as friends. Tell your
young warriors you have been among the Comanches, and that we would like
to know them. Tell them to come, a few or many, to our _waikiams_
(lodges) they will find the moshkataj (buffalo) in plenty.

"Farewell, young chief, with a pale face and an Indian heart; the earth
be light to thee and thine. May the white Manitou clear for thee the
mountain path, and may you never fail to remember _Opishka Toaki_ (the
White Raven), who is thy Comanche friend, and who would fain share with
thee his hom