The cattle queen of Montana (1894) (14768563504)

Identifier: cattlequeenofmon00coll (find matches)
Title: The cattle queen of Montana
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Collins, Elizabeth M. Smith, b. 1844. (from old catalog) Wallace, Charles. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: St. James, Minn., C.W. Foote
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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manner. The poorwhite woman, as the party halted, sank to the groundcompletely exhausted, her feet bleeding and blistered fromthe hot sun and rocks, her face swollen and eyes bloodshotfrom weeping and her arms almost completely paralyzedfrom the labor of carrying her infant during the longjourney. About her gathered a group of squaws who seemedto delight in subjecting her to every conceivable form oftorture. The poor little babe, with its neck chafed by therawhide thong which had encircled it during the latter halfof the day was crying and sobbing bitterly from pain andhunger. This appeared to anger the inhuman wretches,and, soon a large ugly squaw seized the child by the feet,pulled it violently from its mothers arms, and turning to atree which stood near by, with one savage blow beat itsbrains out upon the sturdy pine. The mother leaped to her feet and with a cry of anguishsprang torward her child, her arms outstretched and herswollen, bloodshot eyes reflecting the misery within her
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a, a 03 CI G t>o O y A STORY OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE IN THE WEST. 87 heart, but rough hands seized her on every side and ere shecould scarcely move she was forced to the ground. With-out a struggle she suffered herself to be thus borne down,her face drawn and haggard, her eyes dry and tearless, andfrom that time on until Deaths summons came—someweeks later—she appeared to be as one in a troubleddream and all oblivious of surroundings or occurring events. As, during the night before, I was placed in charge ofthe chiefs daughter, and with her shared a bed of skinsand robes in the old warriors tepee, but throughout thelong, weary night my eyes were sleepless and my mindoccupied with thoughts of the inhuman cruelty I had beenforced to witness and wondering as to the fate I mightmyself expect to meet. But amid all this there came to mea realization of the kindness of Him who directs all thingsaright, in that I had been spared the agony of an experiencesuch as that of my companion in