Jack the Young Trapper: An Eastern Boy's Fur Hunting in the Rocky Mountains
did. I lived down on the edge of their country once, for several years,
and knew most of the Uinta Utes, and they were always good and kind people, and brave, too. You know they were always at war with the Pawnees, Sioux, and Cheyennes, and in fact with pretty much all the Plains people, and they generally managed to hold up their end pretty well, too."
"Well," said Mr. Sturgis, "when can you get ready to start?"
"Why, I reckon we can get off soon after day to-morrow morning, if you think best," said Hugh.
"By all means," said Mr. Sturgis. "You haven't wasted any time, have you? Got everything ready?"
"Yes," said Hugh, "everything. I was thinking that maybe we would not take much grub along with us; not more than enough to last for six or eight days, and then we could buy the supplies for the main trip at Laramie, if you think best."
"That's a very good idea, Hugh," said Mr. Sturgis, "and you had better do it. I will give you an order on the store at Laramie for whatever you want, and you can travel light until you get there; then you will have to load up heavy, but there is a good road down into the Park, I hear, and perhaps you can cache a part of your supplies down there, after you get there."
"I guess that's a good idea," said Hugh. "Maybe we'll do it."
"Well," said Hugh, after a pause, "if it's all settled we start to-morrow morning, I reckon I'll say good-night and go to bed."
Jack and his uncle sat a while longer in front of the fire talking, and then they went to bed.