In cutting, trimming, drying, smoking and sacking the chronicle of Yellow Hair for posterity’s digestion, it is necessary, at the risk of being repetitious, to hastily glance at the events that had hurled him toward York Factory on the mouth of the Nelson River in Hudson’s Bay.
Before he had actively contacted his own people, whites, he had been a Pikuni warrior of great promise in spite of his restless and impatient temperament. Coolness in war would have come later if any hostile warrior or tribe had ever succeeded in beating him—which, it is fair to say, was not probable.
He had gained his first impression of his own people under the most trying conditions after Captain Lewis (in self-defense, of course) had caused one Pikuni to be stabbed and had expertly and cleverly brought down an
